what are we doing each day collecting words
pinning them to paper gathering ingredients bake in the oven
before the easel making marks adding paint
to painted surface layers upon layers it is to construct
carefully adding then taking away what goes/what stays
what is it that painting and writing have in common both are languages
we are attempting to say what is in our hearts share what we feel
one no more plain no more understandable than the other
we think we know words and their meaning but then
misunderstandings flourish words fall from my mouth you hear my words
you are offended your anger flares a bonfire lit
i have tried to explain no offense intended but you know what you heard
you know the words you know their meaning there will be no reconciliation
until…… i cannot say, until what for i do not know
like humpty dumpty i’m "caught in a crack" the door slams behind me
November 21, 2017
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