Artistic View

Every day he pondered
Attempting to envision the spherical object
To figure the mystery that drove scientists mad
Draw some meaning from the hollow
Embedding all into a single creation

His fingers grew encrusted with paint
Brush over the old with the glistening new
And wonder why exasperated hands
No longer tolerate dimmed commands
Or pleading fancies and indulgences

Roses are red, violets are blue
But some unseemly roses are purely blank
Stiffened fingers have no desire to reach
The flower receives harmless palm-caresses
From he who fell headlong into love

Plunging until he submerged in anguish
Dipped the agony-dripping brush in bright paste
Smearing the crimson over the unstained white
Lovingly, adding petty dews of thorn
Gum strokes weighing the hunchbacked petals

Behold, a new creation has emerged
Deceiving red rose marked by love and honesty
A true survey of something far greater
But only after the artificial engulfed by him
Watching as crispy pink powder rained

- May 12th, 2003