Sciences Participating with Arts & Culture in Education

A brush stroke stains the page 

Opening the curtains to an empty canvas stage 

Orange smeared to coral 

So that she could capture her floral field in 

Stillness, hoping to begin 

A new chapter where daggering stares 

And harmful words don’t hurt her 

Where impressions and measurements never falter anyone else’s 

View of you 

And so she painted to understand herself 

Communicate to someone else 

The value of all that shovelled over 

This piece wasn’t for her 

But for the elegant bridge that nature nurtures 

Our wonderful words and pictures 

Our cities and our structures 

Holding up a place to make or break 

Prodigious thinkers and searchers 

They question their reflection, their importance 

They question the rest of them, discordance 

Causing a flurry, fighting the loss of their far away fantasies 

Some build their imaginings while some can merely dream 

She constructed her scene of colour schemes, simply 

But plenty leave 

Behind with the need to climb another landscape 

Craving the escape to break out before being 

broken down 

There are contemplators who prefer to stay as spectators 

Refusing to act as their own narrator 

Nonetheless, speaking to confess her discoveries 

Her views, her hopes for human connection 

Interconnecting our contraries 

Dissolving the lies of these clean-cut boundaries 

If the Earth’s harmonies nor heartfelt perception 

Could link roots and feed one another or 

Could melt the complimenting pigments to 

Finally meet and agree 

That one cannot decree the meaning 

Of what’s to see, to cherish, to love, and to lament 

One could only hope to reach content 

The canvas, heavy with paint held her dream 

The thoughts were out, ready to be handed down 

To anyone willing to reach out 

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