Poem: Finding a Match

Finding a Match

A stack of paintings, mostly finished
in the color of reverence,
lean against the worktable.
A pair of frames, gilt with gold,
products of the Victorian age,
lay empty, waiting for the work
not started, unsure when, or if
their particular magic will find a match.

About this poem.

A love poem. A poem about inspirations. How? Love is a very particular kind of magic, just like art.

The picture was taken in my studio yesterday.

Feeling loved,


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