Notes About The Poem
watercolor by Lin Lane
Watercolors on Onion Skin
Across delicate veins of onion skin,
rivers of water begin to gently flow
in subtle shades of Aquarius blues
and seaweed greens, unseen beneath
the ebbing waves traversing a salty sea
Crashing against rock hued cliffs,
their splashes are created by nature.
Unlike the tides of onion skin paper ~
where the scene is guided by the tilt
of a hand that is never in command
It's never guaranteed to be distinct ~
as a mountain top with crests of snow,
or a lake where ripples waiver in the sun
nor granite fallen from a cliff's ledge
On sheafs, watercolors ripple over aqua seas,
forty fluid fathoms from shallow to deep
where boulders have been etched in time
in layered hues of russet from cliffs of stone
older than myths on poetry’s parchment pages.
There's a vision found in abstract art,
never identical to humans with keen eyes,
but when blended with the touch of a wet brush
and the onion skin whispers, "What do you see"
I walk away, accepting water's final thought...
"I choose not to breach a dam"
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