The Light became the universe,
the palette strewn as perfect art,
that He would frame and yet disperse
as all together though apart
within which earth by sun and moon
would know its passing night and day
where life thereafter coming soon
would rise and rest in vast array
and only man could sense the soul
to which all being would return
and paint it as abstracted whole
imagination could discern
as Light from which we were begot
that faith could prove though fact could not.
Portly Bard: Old man.
Prefers to craft with sole intent
of verse becoming complement...
...and by such homage being lent...
ideally also compliment.
This pairing is from a collaborative coffee table dialogue on art and poetry between Lorette C. Luzajic and Portly Bard. Click on image below to view or buy on Amazon. Available in a large paperback format or hardcover. If you would like a free PDF virtual copy, please let us know at firstname.lastname@example.org.
The Ekphrastic Review
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