The World Like An Enameled Panel

By John I. Blair

The world like an enameled panel
Gleams with brilliant colors
Beyond my windowpanes,
Crisply defined as in a brazen matrix:
The sky of burnished lapis,
Trees and grass deep emerald,
Highlights of squirrels and sparrows
Looking fabricated out of umber;
Earth tones, delicate work this.

What must I appear
Viewed through the same looking glass:
Crude brushstrokes
Of peach, tan, pasty white, gray,
Just roughed in around the edges
And not too clear as to the subject matter?

©2003 John I. Blair