displaced river: poem by Owen Servant, painting inspiration from debiriley
beneath the river filled with silt, contempt
flows over grounds of guilt, and arrogance
is there rebuilt, while silence rules and reigns;
the quilt of blessing torn by regicide.
along the river of remorse, ’twas seen
the major, out of course and innocence;
the hidden force that draws things forth, and makes
the source of everything that is and was.
the banks were misty in the morn of hope,
although a bit new shorn of grass and weed;
the soul reborn, the life malfeasant, was
as worn as any tread or shoe or shirt.
as absence fills the heart with more than space,
the mist was here, and there, and everyplace by Owen Servant
But mostly in my heart-so thank you all for getting me into painting mode. (Maybe I’ll do some Canada geese next)
The above were done with wet in wet and palette knife. Prussian Blue, Indian yellow,and Sepia on fluid cold press.