Matisse
Flowers and Vase
Artful, in age he could tie his hand to a stick
And paint with it,
Make an image like this one.
Nothing seemed missed.
Here -- look in to look out,
See what all that was about,
Find color's counterpoint,
Line holding the whole inside.
Let your eye wander,
Your thought meander.
Feeling saunter.
Mind maunder.
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