Snow filled the field
Of his vision
The static
An internal obstruction in
The ball of the eye
Composing pictures from small bits of life
Arbitrarily arranged
With complementary colors.
Vibrant and luminous
When seen from a distance
But approached too closely
A chaotic mass of detail
And he
Never able to obtain
Appropriate distance
Was lost
In chaotic masses of dabbed paint
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Author:
alan b (
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Comments1
A collage where detail obscures the meaning. So many can not see the bigger picture. A lovely write with a message well written. A fave my friend
Thank you for your comments.I appreciate them deeply
You are most welcome Alan
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