The Laying Down of Paint

The Laying Down of Paint

A few strokes.
Some of them perfect.
Some of them ruinous.
There is no way to know one from the other
except the laying down of paint.

About this poem

Working in the studio this afternoon. Trying some new things. Mixing them with old things. Paint as metaphor. But then, everything is metaphor.

Tom

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