Words on Canvas
A poem
That is not too difficult
To read
Or to write
Comes straight from the bow
To the soul
And slices the matter cleanly
Like Wilhelm Tell’s arrow
Releasing
A color wash
Of instant recognition
That sweeps down
With a gasp of joy
Through every fibre of our body
Painting moist brush strokes
On our naked canvas
Seeping into us
Till all our organs
Glow with light
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© Johnmichael Simon
2004
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