Columbia Wharf

As I look
Across this river of paint
To the old warehouses

Where oil is stored
In pigment
And light bounces
Off the canvas support

I have made of it
What I can

Not a realism
But a soul
Of all my
Incompleteness

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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