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    [post_content] => i.
His cheeks have wine spilling across them
(or maybe I am back at last night
watching the red douse my tablecloth,
which I could have saved, perhaps,
but the sight was too beautiful). 

ii.
Every inhale makes my work more different
(they never told me
how you needed to contend with
the act of someone else’s breathing;
the way they slanted the sunlight,
not the way the sunlight should curve). 

iii.
They also never mentioned
how to choose between the real and the easy
but I think I shall paint his eyes
(because I see the complexity in them
that I never could in yours, darling).
    [post_title] => Observations from my Brush Strokes
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            [wpcf-summary-description] => Ross Sutherland says: Another great meditation on the relationship between painter and subject. Each verse takes a different angle on the difficult relationship between art and truth. We come to understand how the artist is misled by memory, or has found themselves is a constant battle against the passage of time. The poet uses wit and brevity to distil down each of these thoughts to its essence: “They also never mentioned / how to choose between the real and the easy.” That’s such an amazing line! It’s one of those lines that manages to transcend its subject matter and actually feel like some sort of universal truth.
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Observations from my Brush Strokes

Upasna Saha

i.
His cheeks have wine spilling across them
(or maybe I am back at last night
watching the red douse my tablecloth,
which I could have saved, perhaps,
but the sight was too beautiful). 

ii.
Every inhale makes my work more different
(they never told me
how you needed to contend with
the act of someone else’s breathing;
the way they slanted the sunlight,
not the way the sunlight should curve). 

iii.
They also never mentioned
how to choose between the real and the easy
but I think I shall paint his eyes
(because I see the complexity in them
that I never could in yours, darling).