Wednesday, July 27, 2011


Poem and Painting by Dr. Abe V. Rotor

You are an artist,
you paint and mould life at its barest

On weathered rocks and ancient trunks,
or some forgotten crest
and cliff,
that through seasons howl or sleep,
or cry like a beagle,
or the chameleon
that mimics sunrise
and sunset
with colors divine.

Bless you, pioneer of protolife,
Pathfinder of the bryophyte and the vine,
Precursor of forest primeval,
home of the eagle and fireflies,

Probing what good is rock if it loses
the essence where life rises.

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