The shapes contrast against it
The colors are brought through each other
The lines are one with it
As the forms and pieces build it
They are but a beginning
What started it all for the artist
Deep within is a landscape
To come about through time and work
Through days of struggle and isolation
In this world of sharp and dull
Of loud and calm
As all of us hold a piece
So do our sons and daughters
The good and the bad
The bright and the dim
The organic and geometric
Are all around
Through it, by it
To rest in it
To fly forever and then lie
Poem and painting by Julian Baslyk
www.julianbaslyk.com
@j.baslykart
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