Painting
Motions tilt through shifting planes,
Flat and square--regular at first,
but then. . .
Ignite the blankness with roaring fire.
Frost the whiteness with cooling azure haze.
Brush, scrub, dip splash, mark, drag, map.
Make a work of art--
Cold in its inception,
Hot in its realization.
Cool and warm mingle, then mesh,
To form a bond
To set yet another mind free at last.
Copyright © Janis Kirstein | Year Posted 2007
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