Burst the palette!

The artist sits                      
Apalled, for words not let
                 but husk of hues expressed
                    which pass coarse lips.

A palette rigid, lopped
from lobes divine:    
cartoon contained,          
               remorse remaining
                                    irritant delimit song
              expressed: not long
impressed, a scar              
within, yet far                                      
What study fervent cries!

Beloved play                    
      of ages pure
whose face emote     
      intrigue: allure

& left to paint,
to spluff, to splash,
to spread, to let what was
come ash, a-blown, dissolve in rain
& fall in dirt, in soot, in sad,
in dust: in palette coarse
which curse the course
o' th'artist one fine
day to burst.

Written by
@d-pend
12/3/17
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