_Void

September 25, 2010
By Squigleyline BRONZE, West Chester, Pennsylvania
Squigleyline BRONZE, West Chester, Pennsylvania
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Dipped in onyx, the brush destroys the void
with a convoluting line, breathing life
into the hollow world.
Crimson bullets drip passion on the cloth,
the cherry drizzled on the horizon.
The verdant artiste weeps the same hue,
birthing splashes across the ebony, lingering
among the flaming blots.
Callow fingers, stained emerald,
but character forever ruby.
Skill masked by pucelage,
and eternally depreciated.
Digits scheme bewildering, efflorescent allure:
Possibility Awaits.


The author's comments:
I love art in all forms. Another love of mine is flowers, especially poppies. In my poem "Void," the artist is painting a poppy with very unpracticed fingers.

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