Liberty Town Poem by Steven S. Walsky

Liberty Town

It hung on a wall at Liberty Town,
a painting,
like a thespian holding sway.
In a space, yet so small,
the artist had so much to say.
The pigments of her dreams, life, fantasies
danced across the canvas,
enticing my eyes
to follow the progression of color.
An oscillating pitch of senses,
all calling to me;
and in the light cast by the canvas
I read far more.
For each project is a love affair
between the artist and her creation.
And like love itself,
a piece of art can be a most treasured gift
to last a thousand years,
or easily destroyed by the water of tears.


(Copyright, Steven S. Walsky,2009, all rights reserved)