Engrossed In The Making Of Art

it is this absurdity of choosing words
for a nice handiwork
knitting some fairies in some mathematical colors of threads

some butterflies and flowers in bright colors
a painting in cloth and threads

takes time
when she is finally hypnotized
falling into a deep sleep

inside a room
where she is alone on dim light
i open the door

i see the best handiwork of God
a woman so indulged so engrossed
in her art sleeping.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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