Let me be the canvas, then,
and you be Jackson Pollock—
be the wild one, the one
who burns, the one who
never sleeps and never yawns,
the one who steals the sun
and gives it to me.
Be the one who transforms me
again and again with colors,
ardent and avid and mad—
no, let me be the canvas,
and let life be the painter,
and you, you be the paint.
Love the turn of this poem. Too, I like the assonance of, “…and avid and mad…”
Thanks, Eduardo, I was happy about the turn, too, how it showed up.
Hugs to you
r
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From: “comment-reply@wordpress.com” Reply-To: Date: Friday, September 15, 2017 at 12:29 PM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “Expressionism”
Yay for Jack the Dripper making a poetic guest appearance! An invitation to be the paint……..wow, I love the absolute Zen imagery of that. Mahalo
Jack the Dripper! Of course! Thanks for that …