Abstract

So what do you see?

April 27  Abstract
 
Every picture tells a story
But what does this one tell?
 
It tells of deep and darkness brown
Or earth and soil and loam
Of tiles and mingling brown and grey
And terracota  shades which warm the heart and soul.
 
It tells of virgins white and pure
Of limbs so lithe and young
Of curls and tangles cream and milky
And patterns abandoned and lost.
 
But what does all this mean today?
For you?  For me?  For them?
And does it matter in the ultimate space
Of time?  And Life?  And death?
 
The abstract has a form to tell
Of stories old and new
But what it means for me and you

Only we can say…