transcending still life
there’s no reason to explain anything
especially in visual art (and poetry)
splashing colors against the wall
shaping them with body and mind
sitting back and watching world digest
your eyes do not see what I see
deep inside me is this gut feeling
that you may never understand
as definable as graffiti under a bridge
some may find artistically beautiful
yet others politically incorrect
I’ve painted you so many times
I recreate your essence with eyes closed
as butterfly or flower or freshly fallen snow
each time your incarnation inspiring
new life into my own fading lights
august two thousand eighteen
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Beautiful!
Thank you, Loredana!