Sunday, June 5, 2011

“BLINDING ICE”

PLEASE feel free to comment. Thank you for time. Deborah

I tried in every which way, in every subtle difference,
Texture and canvas,  hue, shade, and color
Nuance; the oil, and black on white inference...
I have haunted myself into a pink shell of pathos
Wonderings, designing reasons on paper
That through some perceptible or hidden ethos
                                        I would be less guilty of blame
--for the lack of celestial light.
I believingly deemed my schemes and themes
Were either too vulgar or in disproportion
To your eye of my resurging love---unparalleled greens.
Like a lunitic I traced and raced to disclose and unguise,
The beating muscle and pulsing burning veins
Beneath the soul of my brush strokes and strikes!
                                    Until the didactic revelation frame,
 —Love cannot paint on ice.

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