Paint Me In
10 May 2013 2 Comments
Here again the day
draws up the colour,
sucks it in deep like
sap, sticky and pungently sweet,
splashing the green
against the blue
with great licks and sweeps,
dotted with pebbles of yellow
bounding birds flashing
their orange song,
little beaks streak between
the rust brown pillars
of shadowed patterns,
where breezes tease the branches
to dance
in their lacy needle skirts
Here again the day
dissolves the untruths
of separation,
allows the seep and smear
of tone and hue
to bleed
I step into this
collage, offering the
bloodsap of my body
to the frameless creation
Here again, with each day,
I am glued to the
vivid presence of the artist
capturing light with water,
composing the graceful archs
with soil and stone
and flora,
the endless possibilities of clouds
on horizons
paint me in-
infuse me with the palette
of this day
-Wendi Lopatecki
Inspirational Village 
May 11, 2013 @ 01:41:23
Wendy,
this poem…words are scant reflections of its depth and beauty. Iit to my brother who is quite sick again
cedar
On Fri, May 10, 2013 at 12:52 PM, Inspirational Village wrote:
> ** > inspirationalvillage posted: “Here again the daydraws up the > colour,sucks it in deep likesap, sticky and pungently sweet,splashing the > greenagainst the bluewith great licks and sweeps,dotted with pebbles of > yellowbounding birds flashingtheir orange song,little beaks streak > betweenthe “
Oct 12, 2013 @ 01:43:39
I am moved.. Like hearing the secret thoughts of the viewer rather then the artist.. or even the view of the paint itself. 🙂