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Painting poetry


Sometimes there’s poetry to be found

in a painting,


the way lines converge


may suggest someone waiting

in the blue shadow of a tree.


Colors emerge,

engage the mind or touch the heart,


a stroke of purple

like a bruise


or vase of irises perhaps,


in silent rhyme

with the artist’s design


of many colors, shapes and sizes.


For what is poetry, really,

but the beauty of connection,


metaphor, melody, mystery,

the printed or painted word,


as once again and all along

the Word becomes flesh


or fruit and flowers, or a song…

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