Poem – Absentia #2

Absent of light
the canvas becomes black –
in the blackness there is
not nothing – there is
everything we choose to show,
to expose, to translate from the
memories and images into
a masterpiece – who can judge art
when colors, shapes, lines, splatters,
and disconnected images are the hands
interpretation of the mind’s chaos?

Black Canvas
Black Canvas

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