Stretching For The Nameless

I ask for the attention of divine aesthetic,
Flow into each letter,
Each word,
On page.

As paint would ooze from the greatest masterpiece,
Dripping from the canvas onto hardwood floors,
Creating a pool of new color that alarms the artist;
For now he is lost in a new piece,
A once impressionistic world,
Becomes surreal.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love the idea of the "alarmed artist"--
when thoughts and feelings become words on the page....the reality of those feelings comes into play...
we reflect impressions of life with each punch of the key. And wonder if the answers will ever come.
j.