Art Is In The Beholder

With the strokes of recognition my eyes paint over a canvas that is already complete and scenic.

I love to gaze in to the painting of remembrance.

Grasp the awful colors of wrong choices,

See the harsh texture of impatience,

Absorb the concept of disloyalty,

See the composition of selfishness.

Contemplate the abstract of betrayal.

When I look away from the painting so does the very thing that made it great:

Recognition.

Alone on the wall hangs a canvas with color, texture, concept, composition, and the abstract.

Simply paint on canvas trapped in wood.

No meaning,

No love,

Such is the tragedy of non-recognition.

 

Reviews

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. very fascinating ... very unique ... amazing title ... the unraveling of the "tragedy" is poignantly expressed ...

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Very interesting idea here. Well written