I
saw a ‘picture’ of the disjointed and the joined:
That
which couldn’t live and that which could:
A
cardboard stencil was laid across my page
And
the image there mere empty space
Brush
and painter’s palate --- then appeared!
Pigments:
rose madder, sienna, and sap green
Rolled
across flower, leaves, and stem
And
took up the emptiness there
And
seeing --- I saw --- and all the parts
Of
the stencil were joined --- and all the parts
Of
the painting were disjointed --- Breath
Left
me in the instant --- such a rose would die!
Only that which is joined with
life lives . . .
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