Friday, August 28, 2009

Choosing Colours

All my paints laid out
like religions in a row
and I slow to learn that
not every one is able
to lead me to truth

of human flesh
or that real prize
the human spirit
begging breath from my canvas

burnt sienna, raw umber, naples yellow
and the blood of alizarin crimson,
life bestowing blood.


Radagast said...

Another great poem!

Inconsequential said...

Human Spirit :)
One of the true miracles.

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