The wish of a painter or poet is to present
perceptive emotion
by noting and transposing awe at night's
vividly vaulted scene
dripping metaphor, musing on whether
wind could ever be worded
yet seeing grassland as more than green.
As an alchemist with no interest in gold
takes up better investment,
finds a thermal to soar on fancy or some
up-draught for sentencing,
poets make jasper of water, jade of dawn
and perceive jewels hiding
in every nuance of storm-coated weather.
A seer will catch the farside's face to etch
that world in letter or paint,
chimeric in nature, an artist, whose eyes
encounter rock, give it heart,
transform by description the earthly into
the ethereally mystic,
add dream to logic, clear to blur and will
improve with softness the hard.
It is said largesse opens art's mind to see
the extraordinary as normal
while good poets or painters rank magic
as foremost importance
when met with blank canvas that awaits
mundane, for dressed in
imagined invention artists expect change
if the Muse is impressed.