The Artist’s Restorative
The visions of Pablo Amaringo
Transport us to magical wonderlands
It’s like oil & water had amazing-
Hypnotic properties & I expands.
Ayahuasca art resonates with me
But it’s short-lived, too hectic for my pleasure
Like some hallucinogenic—saree
The real beauty lies within its nectar.
… That went about healing the painter’s soul.
For me, there is a stiller-reflexion
In those water lilies – powers – enthral
Monet canvases, each flower a brethren.
Each blue eggshell brush-stroke heals like a balm;
Such are the properties of great artists
That they can find within to such aplomb,
A composure arriving, some solace.
They’ve got this almost restorative knack
Of lifting our tired, beleaguered spirits
The poet, speaking tongues elegiac;
Doesn’t he do the same, sweet and viscous?
The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE
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