Truth is Beauty, Beauty Truth

by Joanna Lawson
Ontario, Canada

Colours brushed gleefully over paper
cerise slashed side to side
blob of vermillion sits beside
lemon umbrella-like figure
rainbow, disorganized, reshaped,
hovers 'round lemon sun.

Not seen, laughs bubble
from toes as brush reaches top of easel
transforming colour smudges to paint shirt.
Not heard, running commentary
as she plans and plays with colour.

With pencil tightly grasped and tongue
a pink curled bulb between tight lips
carefully drawn letters of her name
in skewed line scrawl the page.

Refrigerator will frame masterpiece
with wet drips from drying rack
a cascading afterthought.


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