The Painter: A Poem by Trudi Nicola

Phew. I painted myself naked at seventy. This morning the poet Trudi Nicola published a poem in reply. One line: “an untethered soul.”

The Painter
A portrait of stillness
A moment in time
An encapsulation
Of rhythm, of rhyme
A blurring of boundaries
An acceptance, of sorts
A configuration
Of feelings, of thoughts
An intense implosion
A force beyond worlds
A star-spangled canvas
Of galaxies, unfurled
An untamed creation
An untethered soul
A true contemplation
Of selfhood made whole
An artist, a creator
An innovative mind
Of flames, an igniter
A passionate kind
A gaze uncompromising
An invitation to know
Of the painter’s true substance
An alchemical glow
-Trudi Nicola (You can find her work on Substack.)