The artist scales Jacob’s ladder,
per ardua ad astra,
through hardship to the stars.
He discovers a jigsaw puzzle
of shattered color and shape,
a serpent’s shed skin of paint,
battered patterns broken, stripped,
dangling, swayed by the wind
that washes and renews the world.
What world you ask?
The painter’s world. The world that dwells
within the meditating mind.
The creation that awaits the artist’s touch
in order to come alive and beckon us.
The secret, sacred world
of the artist’s hidden garden,
soon to be revealed.
Click here for Roger’s reading on Anchor.
The Water Tower 4
2 thoughts on “The Water Tower 4”
I’m really enjoying this “artist series” of poems, go figure!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Lovely to see you here, Tiffany. Go, climb your ladder to the stars! Best wishes. Roger.