artist(s)
who are we after the palette dries,
colors blend, shapes form, un-form.
colors blend, shapes form, un-form.
your life is defined by myriad patterns.
a sketch of recall you leave to imagination.
a sketch of recall you leave to imagination.
memory becomes narrative in abstract.
that was your art. it is my guide. I waver.
that was your art. it is my guide. I waver.
who are we after chapters end?
we are characters sketched on any
we are characters sketched on any
shape of paper or canvas. we are
ink drying like tears in blackest night.
ink drying like tears in blackest night.
Poem © 2014 Rick Burnett Baker
Painting by my Aunt Jean Garner, circa 1990. Watercolor and ink on paper.
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