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Reflections on Henri Matisse's "Harmony in Red"

A 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