Untitled Poem
Creating pictures with words
like paint on canvas
layer by layer
until the picture is revealed.
Stand close and wonder
how the artist knows
what the end result will be
when our minds create
a whole
from the individual strokes.
Do we each see the painting
in our own way?
Do we each hear the words
in our own way?
Layered line by line,
words give form to idea:
sky, tree, cloud, love,
discord, tolerance.
Perhaps if I layer enough words
you will hear my
heart beating, and
feel the warmth of my passion
in this moment
to share a bit of my soul.
Andrea Coates Vinson
2/26/2020
After visiting the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston, with Inge Hoffmann
