Solisticity
first the wash from light white blue down to brown
That ugly brown from mixing all those colors
and only at the very base of it to lower the horizon
and expand the vastness of the vista
Then the slashing scimitar of curve
with endings in infinity
Twisting the edges through clouds
to show the torn tearing droplets
Then smooth in the white to capture light
reflected in the shadowed spectral essences
revealed possibly in a second glance
morphing into coils of twisted mist
He blinks and rubs a wrist across his eyes
Brush held in suspense above the waiting canvas
Searching through his caves of creativity
with a burning need to light the walls aflame
Why not a curving canvas
with folds and waves of verticality
There is no rule to keep this two dimensional
a moving light source could turn this yet again
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2009
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