A splash of color made with paint…
it’s abstract. Does it show restraint
or is it an enforced aesthetic?
Is it unapologetic?
Was Kandinsky’s Moscow era
influenced by some chimera?
Was Kandinsky’s muse poetic
or just unapologetic?
Questions might outnumber answers,
growing steady like some cancers:
Was his vision sympathetic?
Was he unapologetic?
That splash of color resonates
no matter how the mind translates.
It draws one in. It’s quite magnetic...
Notes: The poetic form is Kyrielle. The poem was inspired by Red Spot II, the Kandinsky painting which was posted as the prompt for this week from Magpie Tales.