AUBADE
The sea at dawn is striped in slate blue and aquamarine.
Deep drum of waves beats the shore in morning monotone.
Shifting shapes of cirrocumulus rearrange the blue behind them.
The scene is streaked by songless birds: gulls flap,
pelicans glide, a fat, black grackle crosses the deck
in focused strut as though he’s on his way to work.
Light, tones ,intensity change too fast for painter
to mix his colors, for poet to thumb his thesaurus
in time to find the right word.
It’s too fugitive for artist to be faithful
to detail. He doesn’t have to. What he wants
to achieve is the transfer of all this harmony
so that the synapses of your soul will flow
with new energy , fusion of forces in which
your authentic powers coalesce ,and it is your
inner canvas, clean, bright, and colorful, that becomes
the thing of beauty, you become the true work of art.
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