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poem: paint, Dali, and the helicopter

(225 words) 29 Jun 2018

by S.R.A. Markin

just after 2:12 a.m.
and i painted for the first time
since the year before the last valentines
when i made flowers out of construction paper
and a vase; painted the peddles
the leaves, the tips, and stems
and the vase
for all three flowers
to be held.
tonight i painted
nothing special
but getting the feeling of the brush
the colours
and mixing
the excitement of juxtaposition
and shapes.
i listened to two documentaries:
both about Salvador Dali,
and played meditation music
on low.
better than last night
when i laid in bed around this time
listening to the helicopter
and circulate
and then again at 8:00 a.m.
i prefer not to think about what
will wake me tomorrow
i prefer no trouble,
but a silent little morning
to drink coffee
write poems
and to train my muscles.
i suppose that is the beauty of life
like putting paint to canvas
like ink to paper
starting with little, but an idea
and putting it forth
and adding
like freewill
that a creation that only the creator can truly see
and in time
others will see
if it finishes,
and if it is shared to be seen,
or will it be like me
laying in bed at 2:33 a.m.
hidden by the walls and thinking
of getting up and painting again.


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