Painting God

Posted: October 28, 2011 in Uncategorized

Painting God


In my mind,

I have seen him many times,

an impregnable force

white like gossamer

wisps of intangible clouds

invisible as fractal wind.

Felt in the Soul of bones.

Always his face would elude

me ~ was it human, animal,

a fusion trace of both and

everything in-between?

So I would draw eyes that

penetrated beyond soft canvas light,

outside of chalk-hewn remains,

into a mortal world that he created

within a blink of his unparalleled own.

Staring back, something was terribly

wrong, captured incongruently,

and that hurt as long as the

brush trembled in my unforgiven hand;

is this something I could so easily forget?

He was the paper, the oozing paint,

the splash of glossy oil

in an azure asymmetry of amateur sky.

Painting God was remembering

he was as much the shades that

blended and separated

as he was and always would be

the colors that stood still,

            and waiting . . .






~ ~ ~

© Copyright 2011 ♥Susan Joyner-Stumpf


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