" Expression "
All the tubes are facing the right way,
Quiet in dark, the drawer is shut;
brushes curl into ruinous shapes
and stagnation sets in.
There is no
Chinese
calligraphy.
Vellum has given way
seamlessly
to torn out excercise book.
Fountain to graphite
so that words can
not-really-be-there
anymore.
This is a strange world.
Sunsets fade unsung
and the stars blink blindly
for attention.
Choose a blue somewhere
between Ebb Tide
and Summer Sky;
write slopingly, sans-serif,
run off all the pages,
become curvacious and bold.
Lay colour over colour,
thin the paint to lustrous glaze.
Make your statement bereft
of platitudes;
place your signature
with a flourish.
Water and light,
one and the other.
Viewed from a new found angle
could be rainbows.
© 2002 Vienna (Carole Barley)
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