Here Is The Painting Poem by meryl taylor

It is quite unusual. The artist, myself.
Something, however, is very wrong with this picture..What?
Does it hang a bit off center from a crooked spike, much too narrow to bear the weight of its terrible beauty?

Perhaps the light does not compliment such dark brilliance, its composition, depth of emotion flirting with sanity.., daring only the slightest glance from a narrow corner of the eye...

Monet's work, a mimic, yes, a landscape of a women, here.
Soft tones of rose, of umber...
golds glow amid lush greens, as if nature is making love to the world.

Still, Picasso strokes crash, manic in its sensuality.
Energy takes on new vibration, attaining heights that cause a hemorhage of color, glorious sensory experiences.
But, it changes, again...
Here is the painting.
It is quite unusual. Like the artist, myself.
Nothing, however, is wrong with this picture.