Glen Martin Fitch


HERE'S HOW THEY DO THAT


When senses meet
a new found work of art
the grace notes, patterns, textures
dazzle more than
backdrops, platforms.
Structures we ignore because
it's on the surface that we start.
Good tailors know the stitches
to concealed by inner folds,
frayed edges hid within.
It's when a mystery's solved
that we then begin to check
each clue and herring
now revealed.
No landscape painter
dabs the details first.
The background must
define the depth of space.
Delight, surprise, dismay
are put in place.
Perception and creation
are reverse to make
the finished outside
come about
from working backwards,
thinking inside out.

Submitted: Thursday, October 17, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 23, 2013

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