bejeweled and gilded tones--
standing with cocked heads and clasped hands.
I see the fuzzy edges of the original
viewed darkly through despair
and forming shadows that were never there:
misunderstood representations
for which there was no
interpretation--
seen now through the clear-cut
kaleidoscope of hope and hindsight bias
the pictures of possibilities change into
unpredictable patterns.
New expressions form under different light;
scenes and stories not yet explored
darken the past and illumine emotions.
The brush strokes are the same... I just see more of them now.
