My hand…look…fast is waning,
No more refrain from word-straining.
For the end swiftly approaches.
Expressionisms flow, in draining,
For sorrow encroaches.
Oh, how steady on its’ course,
We lose and then regain our source.
But hence I fear it will ne’er return,
May have no yearning to return.
K. Aldaya, 9/27/05
Picture: “A Lady Writing” (Close-up) by Johannes Vermeer (1665-66); http://www.essentialvermeer.com/catalogue/lady_writing.html#.VULKsJO8jGs