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Reflections on Henri Matisse's "Harmony in Red"
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steady pulse with rhythm right as rain Pumps through this passive scene; it isn't sensed By those who live within this home's domain-- Their ears now numb to this beat's omnipresence. The plasma that has kept this home alive Does permeate, unnoticed, every space; The veins that penetrate the walls provide A means to percolate all fears with solace. The shrubs outside peek through an open window To see the plants within in symmetry; The warmth inside calls out for all to follow, It wills what nature lacks--security. The pulse that lingers on is now a drone-- In harmony it makes this place a home. - Ash, Summer 1993 |