Spinning colors
Lilting
Waving
Except that isn't what I see when I look closer
Now it seems
A blender of sorts
Invisible, yet so obviously there
And without lines
Or barriers
to hold it to a shape.
Painter paints motley crew of pictures
Things he likes
And things he hates
Then grab a few
And pull them in
Blender starts spinning pictures like tie-dye
Missing a few items here and there
Which is fine because the painter will add more items later
On top
And now from afar,
The center could just look like tie-dye
But as you peer closer
You see a nicely drawn face
With big eyes
Being flushed down, down, down
Until no longer comprehensible
Something, or someone, you might as well forget about
But you probably won't
And for the same reasons.
Lilting
Waving
Except that isn't what I see when I look closer
Now it seems
A blender of sorts
Invisible, yet so obviously there
And without lines
Or barriers
to hold it to a shape.
Painter paints motley crew of pictures
Things he likes
And things he hates
Then grab a few
And pull them in
Blender starts spinning pictures like tie-dye
Missing a few items here and there
Which is fine because the painter will add more items later
On top
And now from afar,
The center could just look like tie-dye
But as you peer closer
You see a nicely drawn face
With big eyes
Being flushed down, down, down
Until no longer comprehensible
Something, or someone, you might as well forget about
But you probably won't
And for the same reasons.
