Splatters of paint
Like ripples of time
Filled with such anger
How does one apologize

Things thrown, things placed
In a paper's unmethodical vase
Nothing's quite certain
But the idea is traced

The green and the red
And the blue, smeared
Instead of brushed gently
Over flowers yet so pretty

How is it balanced
The love and the malice
When thoughts and the media
Leak too much water
Into oil and soon the flowers
Have come to a boil

To see the painting, check out "www . imamuseum . org /explore/artwork/3084". It's one of my favorite paintings by Dali.