Wood easel leans near rusty rails,
revealing it's too frail and small
to frame this view's magnificence.

Another finished canvas dries
too slowly in the humid room
repainted by each setting sun.

An old frayed brush upon the floor
has danced its share of daring strokes
which most will never know.

Near-empty glitter tubes collect
those restless motes of dust which float
then glisten and, in instants, dim.

Yellow, green through sky-blue swirled.
Purple, orange whisked with white:
where palette abstracts lucid dreams.

Atelier © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Collage challenge (using these words/images: easel, canvas, brush, glitter tube, palette) - prompt link:
Submitted: July 31, 2019