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Abstraction-type poem about painting and art |
| Painting Fingers fold around, select a shaft of color seeking strokes that soothe and satisfy transferring emotion- pain and pleasure- to the white space before. Transformed now, its nakedness covered by mine the paper shouts, exposes me to the stares of others’ dislikes and delights at the same time. Do you like it? It matters not. It is the way I see it- your world reflected in my eyes. |