Almost on Purpose

It is not as random as you first think.
Not nearly chaotic.
Each brush stroke is thought out, considered,
an attempt to recreate
a feeling, a movement, a moment,
each stroke, each word, each action layered,
each in relationship with the other,
a thing not seen, but felt, a delicate dance
where one wrong stroke changes the music
from a waltz to Improvisational jazz and back,
almost on purpose.

About this poem.

About painting. About music and poetry. About love and life. About life as art. Poetry is never about one thing.

Yes, the painting is one of mine. Entitled simply enough “Garden”. Not yet posted on my art site.

Tom