Solipsisticy

first the wash from light white blue down to brown
That ugly brown from mixing all those colors
and only at the very base of it to lower the horizon
and expand the vastness of the vista

Then the slashing scimitar of curve
with endings in infinity
Twisting the edges through clouds
to show the torn tearing droplets

Then smooth in the white to capture light
reflected in the shadowed spectral essences
revealed possibly in a second glance
morphing into coils of twisted mist

He blinks and rubs a wrist across his eyes
Brush held in suspense above the waiting canvas
Searching through his caves of creativity
with a burning need to light the walls aflame

Why not a curving canvas
with folds and waves of verticality
There is no rule to keep this two dimensional
a moving light source could turn this yet again

Reviews

[Pete Langley]

Excuse my distorted view, Don....but reading this gave me not just a mind image of painting, but of another creator moulding a sphere with an attendant source of light...a sun, maybe. As a concept, it`ll keep me occupied for quite a while. Thanks, mate. P.

[Gandré]

Hello Donald, excuse me to come to your writing so late. I am on a laptop for few hours now but still in hospital. I cannot access with the blackberry properly what I want and - as I was told, I made a pretty fat bill, my tarif changed. However, thanks for entering this to my contest.
Well this is a perfect poem on solipsism. Such an artist is authentic in every brush. A wonderful work, in recent poetry I didn�t see expressed such intense opinion towards nature of an artist I loved the brilliantly broken phrasing.

[angelina neves]

Very beautiful!
I love de idea of "a curving canvas /with folds and waves of verticality "! And i really believe that in art "There is no rule" (or they shouldn't exist!)

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Great piece of work. Well done

[Dave "Doc" Rogers]

Nice walk through artistic conjecture. As one who has painted, I like the idea behind the curving canvas. Let the lights play!

Good stuff.

Cheers!
Doc.

[Ed Hart]

It was just like that with the god on that no-name morning...it's all a matter of the size of canvas you've got to work on...I'd say you caught the creation in the act here, right good...(If not your best, it's right up there.)

[Sel Whiteley]

This was a beautiful poem: you really capture the creativity of the artist and the light quality. I love the way you describe the shifting light as:

and only at the very base of it to lower the horizon
and expand the vastness of the vista

Then the slashing scimitar of curve
with endings in infinity

the shadowed spectral essences
revealed possibly in a second glance
morphing into coils of twisted mist

caves of creativity
with a burning need to light the walls aflame

Why not a curving canvas

The alliteration here shows the mastery of sound that is just one of your stylistic talents. The images were just beautiful, gorgeous!