Tints, Tinges

paintings on the unpainted walls,

   though quaint or even mistaken,

      exude the naive hope 

          of capturing


the shaking silhouettes of shadows

   of the truth, the artful, the beautiful,

      both vague and  vivid, 

          and of coaxing


imageries to pause, to stay a while,

   as the coarse canvas the brush 

      caresses with moist hues, 

          tints, tinges.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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