These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Shapes and Colors in Art

The Scream so raucous demanded my eyes.
It leapt from the fabric an unearthly mouth.
The low-light on paisley, a darkened surprise,
remained still unheard as meaning went south.

That same paisley loop when looking, again
was a slight Santa Claus with a jolly, big nose.
Near black & white tint in this canvas of din
with curling up mouth when the smile first arose.

The white-dancing petalled camellias now seen
with leaves in the background, unknown to fade fast.
The pinks, and some darker as nature's slow preen.
This image of threads made a longtime to last.

The birds on a limb, this family so blest,
a red father cardinal with others quite dull
find solace together to weather each test
are threaded as one by Love's greatest pull.

by Jay O’Toole
on March 24th, 2025