Shape and Motion

This painting was inspired by a beautiful poem that I came across this week:

Shape and Motion One

by Martin Carter

I was wondering if I could shape this passion 

just as I wanted in solid fire.

I was wondering if the strange combustion

of my days

the tension of the world inside of me

and the strength of my heart were enough.

I was wondering if I could stand as tall

while the tide of the sea rose and fell.

If the sky would recede as I went

or the earth would emerge as I came

to the door of the morning locked against 

the sun.

I was wondering if I could make myself

nothing but fire, pure and incorruptible.

If the wound of the wind on my face

would be healed by the work of my life

or the growth of the pain in my sleep

would be stopped in the strife of my days.

I was wondering if the agony of years

could be traced to the seed of an hour.

If the roots that spread out in the swamp

ran too deep for the issuing flower.

I was wondering if I could find myself

all that I am in all I could be.

If all the population of stars 

would be less than the things I could utter

And the challenge of space in my soul

be filled by the shape I become.

I'm a little late but I'm sharing this with Paint Party Friday.

I hope you all have a wonderful week!