A Painting by Janet Weight Reed
VISIONS AND REVISIONS
Endless visions and revisionswill follow every work of art,
its end is also its beginning.
A cat straining to catch its tailto earn its master’s delight?
But that’s not the metaphor.
When the last image attachesitself to a final web of moving
yet still pictures on a canvas,
when the impasto of colourshave shaped the unuttered
angst trembling on the easel,
when sounds have mouldedsense into a riot of language,
creation is done, work begins.
Will the poem sing brightly?Will the painting now speak?
When are they truly finished?
He shaped a man out of clayand thought him imperfect,
he needed her to be complete.
How hard it must be for Himto watch them destroy what
grows out of their love and loin.
Yet he was proclaimed goodand perfect among the trees
and the mud dried out of Eden.
How hurtful it must be for oneto start from the wreckage
of what began from ardent love.
---Albert B. Casuga