This is not what they mean by art (a poem)

Today’s entry. Still completely confused by the Twin Peaks finale…

The canvas that confronts you
had no particular aim in mind

The artist chose the colors
the media
and the tools

then threw those out
and went to work

letting feeling dictate
what happened next

The result hangs
on the wall before you

daring you to respond
to have a reaction

even at the risk
of its very existence

(4 September 2017)

 

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