A man in a world at the edge of an obsequy
Where its people could no longer see their reflection
In the lake once surrounded by botany
There is nothing in sight depicting perfection
Everyone around him is unattached
He sought to create his own world of protection
Using the dying grasp of nature, the man snatched
Together pieces of broken thoughts, ideas, then painted
Them on his last canvas and a new perception hatched
Unfolding before his eyes, no longer tainted
Molding from a demise he once called home
A new fascination with which he became acquainted
The man looked past the former mutilation
And held in his palm a single carnation
—amanda maurer
Flommist Amanda Maurer likes art and bugs. She is also an introverted artist with a lot to say. Heavy tea drinker. Finds joy in simple aspects of life. Copyright © 2017 Amanda Maurer. Pictured: Paul Cézanne, Still life with cherries and peaches (cropped), circa 1883–87, source.
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