Riding the Big Dipper
Follow the trail of paint
the boundless
shapeless energy
the thin line
that speeds Pollock on
to reveal his inner likeness
a see-through heart
a tangled coil of veins
with the ceaseless
coming and going
of the courageous mind
addicted to freedom
He of the multitude
perpetually present
in the scene of selves
and just imagine
the sensual pulse
that flicks the wrist
all colours fused
in passionate exhalation
compositions that disturb
the veils of dishonesty
burying them beneath
a bed of his truth
for this truly is
beauty
in the eye
of the beholder
John Lyons
This poem appeared earlier today in a slightly different version.
