Thursday, February 23, 2017

Painting Break: a Poem


Place the paintbrush with exquisite care,
and sit on the floor,
cosmic mudra,
legs crossed,
spine erect
eyes cast down.
 Strokes from the shoulder and wrist echo,
colors,
wall and ceiling after-images,
green-speckled pants, hint of a sigh.
Stained carpet.
February-sunshine-wind.
Paint sneeze flirting with
coffee and sage--
Breath.
Again, breath.
In.
Out.
In.
Out…

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