VISIONS AND REVISIONS
Endless
visions and revisions
will
follow every work of art,
its end
is also its beginning.
A cat
straining to catch its tail
to earn
its master’s delight?
But
that’s not the metaphor.
When the
last image attaches
itself to
a final web of moving
yet still
pictures on a canvas,
when the
impasto of colours
have
shaped the unuttered
angst
trembling on the easel,
when
sounds have moulded
sense
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 clay
and
thought him imperfect,
he needed
her to be complete.
How hard
it must be for Him
to watch
them destroy what
grows out
of their love and loin.
Yet he was
proclaimed good
and
perfect among the trees
and the
mud dried out of Eden.
How
hurtful it must be for one
to start
from the wreckage
of what
began from ardent love.
---ALBERT B. CASUGA
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