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Ball

diamonds and shadows soft amber washes spread in layers of no substance across snow

ethereal existence distant agent invisible except as painterly effects flickering through my consciousness as I move past and always deeper and deeper into its art

push glide push glide North

then West through the woods

shadows softening disappearing pricks of light all around

original artist teaching complex mechanical trade color and light a billion degrees of difference between brilliance and none

between pure light and darkness and always the meaning

of contrast and shade

the lines not a single reality but a thousand

the background endless muted detail

precision of broad brush and thin

economy of time and change

captured

then gone

revered sage so near it’s a ball

dangerous to look at directly

and

teaching always teaching

from middle year poems — Bill Eberle

March 2015     © 2015, Bill Eberle

beginning, memory of yesterday’s late afternoon,
a poem about snow, late sun, and the art of painting