Saturday, February 14, 2009

Chinese Brush Painting

I tried to capture the ballet of the sea.

The Sea

One time
I climbed to the top
of a wood pile
collecting scraps,
hoarding my stack
of sawmill ends,
pieces with burls and holes.
Apparitions appeared—
Jonah’s whale with a gaping hole,
its dark grain swelling.

I sanded
streaked wood
and listened
to Jonah brood.

1 comment:

  1. Your painting appeals to me -- much more than I can articulate. More than beauty and brush strokes, the entire piece or peace calls to me. Thank you! I must investigate this immediate and heartfelt bonding.