Art returned today
slipped in while I wasn’t looking.
One moment the canvas seemed
a fine white cottonwood with colbalt shadows
that must fall just so.
The next moment, a yellow square
unbidden –
and a sheer purple glaze
blending space to unify
a pale skeletal snag,
roaring smoke,
fire and sky.
This is new art
and I ask
myself once again-
where does art come from?
I look under my skin; I look at
the memories of artists past.
I ask my sisters, my brothers, my mother,
and I ask my friends.
Where does art come from?
Cheryl,
Great job with very specific images–stanza breaks are appealing. You ask the question three times, which has a ritualistic effect.
You’re doing wonderful work!
Sandy