A Painting by Janet Weight Reed
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 movingyet still pictures on a canvas,
when the impasto of colours
have shaped the unutteredangst 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 whatgrows out of their love and loin.
Yet he was proclaimed good
and perfect among the treesand 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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