Abstract art has it’s meanings if you look deep enough.

Abstractiva 
by Michael Romani

Chaotic, feathery strokes embrace
The tempest that is grief
Jagged streaks of rage turn to face
The locked out ability to find relief

Seeping outward in artificial light
A canvas filled with circular emotion
On a long day's journey into night
There in the eye is the captured devotion

Abstract swoops and shards of color
In its own sense of distant sway
Imposes harmony over the dollar
Balancing the organic life of days

All the crayon studies of elegance
Whisper hints of their truth
In tales of greater relevance
We've believed in the days of our youth

Frenzied scribbles spike the study
Of the kaleidoscope of tattered wings
Danced into morning feeling muddy
As the yellow jackets restrain their sting

(c) June 14, 2019  Michael Romani
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