To Die To Live
Art can be so personal:
I open with strokes
Of shadow first—
The dark of me,
Working into light;
It is like this with all things—
Irrelevant till illumination;
Potential of canvas
Meaningless, colorless
Without craft of feeling—
Perspective of the heart
Brushing and blending—
Making deposits
And withdrawals,
If done correctly
Always taking away
More than I give;
Leading me to
The mysticism of art—
The spirit of all things:
Whether painting with oils, words, music—blood;
Each greater than
The discipline itself—
Sort of like
Being born to die into
Appreciation of life—
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2019
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