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My life the canvas, my mind the brush
With the tools at hand
How creative, surprised or disappointed will I be today
Will there be only scratches on the surface
Or canvas glued to canvas
With colors calling others to join them
Will the collage be small, compact, tight
Or will it spread, magnify, stream into
The beauty of a sunrise
Will the last strokes capture
The calming, yet exhilarating beauty of the
Sun slipping into the night horizon
Will the creation relax, quiet, slumber
Coming together in the night
In peaceful preparation for dawn's fresh surface
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Photo - Matisse "Beasts of the Sea" 1950 Collage/The National Gallery
A reflection as lovely as your collage work.
ReplyDeletewhatever "it" does, i imagine it will be magnificent. xoxo
ReplyDeleteI too love collage...and it's one of the most meditative 'be here now' practices I know. Thank you for this poem of subtle beauty.
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you for visiting the Virtual Tea House and sharing some of what you're learning. I loved it!
I've been experiencing something similar to writer's block with collage lately. I have several in the back of my mind that want to get made, but I just don't have the inspiration. It'll come back, I'm sure.
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