Images

Construction of an image:
A meaning is doubt,
Rolling over the lip
Like froth to bubble and
disappear.
What mark is left,
Like poetry on trees;
Leaves like biscuits
Taken from an oven too late?
Water is clean and white is pure.
Yet, there can be doubt
Where none are doubtless.
I bend to the paper like
and artist to craft an
Image, an abstract made whole
Replete. There can only be
meaning in the heart's eye.
The pencil shifts and scratches,
tearing at the veil
to reveal an idea
always failed.