Michael Wegman Poet Concrete

Splashed Paper

I sketch, and the lead lightly
                             Fills the page
              Joining sides, from top to bottom
                                           Forming shapes, united in depiction
                       Of visual cues, those things we know
       From days and nights watching land and sky.

                                                         With each splash, the water soaks
                                   Each brush stroke adding more
  The puddles grow, they pitch and roll
                                                     Within the paper they seep
            Buckling page, as if to stretch,
                         Along a path toward dry.

But alas soon after, the colors come
                                  Sharp pigments invading the space
              Spreading, they merge to form a sky
                                                       Rolling hills below, a brook, and trees
         Finally, figures appear, who live forever
                                          Among green mountains, and orange morning sky.

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Joseph P. DiMino September 14, 2018 at 9:15 PM Creation indeed is a Master Artwork. As children of God, no surprise we paint and write poetry. Enjoyed this work of yours very much. Thank you for sharing. Michael Wegman September 15, 2018 at 9:53 AM Thanks Joe!

CayCay Godwin September 2, 2018 at 7:01 AM I think this is an impressive write. I know it held me throughout with its imagery, flow and content. All the best ... CayCay Michael Wegman September 2, 2018 at 11:23 AM Thank you CayCay. I’m a Watercolorist. Always Looking for a fresh way to describe my craft! All the Best, Mike