Tilted Dahlias --The Artist

The sage green wall had worn a blank look until, slightly askew, with a tilt to the left dangling helplessly, without a complaint is the pride of an artist, who lacked all constraints. He dipped into his paints with no sense of restriction hung it in place without hesitation giving the viewer a crick of the neck. It hangs precariously, for an eager assessment without circumspection, neither yes's or no's... No hemming or hawing just helter and skelter Instead, a take me or leave me,... is the quick estimation Conforming was no issue, just pure bold assumption Excitement exploded from two eager hands that thrust it in place, with assured restless haste, hammered a nail with pride and conviction and planted it there, with pure ardent fervor Sharing a warmth of a seasonal decade.... this amateurish, yet delightful landscaped intrusion sings in the sunshine, and smelling of springtime shouting with color, and sprinkled with lavender flavored with turpentine, and oil-painted rainbows In the lower left corner, is an array of dahlias, bursting with crimson, never changing or fading never thirsty for water, barren of a single, silent, dried up weed and free of decay, dismay or mold The amber was gold, the umber was bold, rust to rust, dust to dust......ash to ash With him he took all the pride that he found ...still holding the brush stroke of a satisfied smile ___________________________________ For Anthony's Contest: Favorite Artist Dedicated to someone special in my life R.I.P. 4/16/14 Revised for Anthony's Contest