The Painting

the colors that mix
are melting
on his liquid palette
where he dips his brushes
where light plays its trick

shades of bright blues
rays of orange yellow
set in pink and azure
the day is burnt sienna
the dawn & twilight purple hues

the sun’s setting and rising

the paintings are rife
with stain glassed colors
swirled and stirred
drip into corners unobserved
they fill his canvas of life

darkness obscures elation
only moon light can color
paint thrown in disgust
it smears and disfigures
contorts his vexation

the painters eyes shut out
the ugly, the grotesque
refusing the blackness
the colorless hues
his brush quivers in doubt

the sun’s setting and rising

he mixes the brightness
on his palette of luminance
they melt into his canvas
his lovely fairy tale colors
without any sadness

his brush now motionless
his palette without colors
his canvas now blank
no line to take form
nothing left to confess

Copyright © CJ Clark