My Life with Matisse
I drink Matisse first thing in the morning I breathe Matisse all day long I eat Matisse in the evening I dream Matisse midnight to dawn. I require the red of beets, blood, and tomatoes The green of emeralds, limes, and pines Lemon yellow, fuchsia, and orange Every blue, from deep ocean to pale sky. I crave anemone and amaryllis and goldfish I must have bathers and dancers and nudes Patterned upholstery, carpets, and wallpaper Lush flowers blooming inside and out. When I gaze at Matisse, he frees me Even in faded art books or on a computer screen Matisse feeds me, he heals me, he leads me He teaches me to invent what I need. Sheila Wellehan Sheila Wellehan is a poet who lives in Cape Elizabeth, Maine. Her work has appeared or will appear soon in Chiron Review, Poetry East, Rat's Ass Review, and Yellow Chair Review.
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EK Gaetan
2/28/2016 01:18:02 am
Thank you for bringing us this marvelous poem, "My Life with Matisse." It's a splendid work, and makes me want to read more by this writer.
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Karen Siatras
2/28/2016 01:15:47 pm
I live this poem! So full of life and color ... Thank you!!
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