as if your blue black blur of brush
and paint can conjure swamp
or luminous maple bud,
tree frog croon
as if layers of saturation can restore
the vernal pool that was my all in all
as if your calligraphy of oil and wash
can contain jack-in-the-pulpit
early fern or tad pole swirl
as if the colors, oh your colors
Cezanne blue Van Gogh sun
flower yellow raging across three panels
as if for a while my rough
ecstasy hasn’t dulled to insight.
by Pamela Hart
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I love the sun / flower break just before crossing the three panels.
Wonderful poem. Thank you!
Thanks Dale for reading and listening.
Absolutely astonishing -especially the final thought – bravo!
Nancy, thanks for the kind words.
I keep returning to the first line for the hypnotic “your blue black blur of brush.” I also admired the sunflower “raging” across the panels and the quivery scratch of “rough ecstasy,” that raw emotional reaction to art. Beautiful.
I love it. It is so peaceful, colorful and evocative all at once.