Colored Glasses

Colored glasses.
You love a landscape,
I love an assembly.

My random shapes
Interlace and Embrace,
To stir up
The so-called significant.
A picture.
What picture?
A mere sum of parts.
Their exact espouse,
A problem solved.
An issue resolved.
Piece by piece,
My triumph.

Your vitreous landscape,
Draws a different shape.
Human outlines,
Verdancy and vines.
Every single eye
Casting an expression,
An inspiration,
Molded into a
Multiformed silhouette.
And the whole,
More than just
A sum of parts,
Speaks a language apart
From singular shapes.
Rubbishing my pieces
Like a chaffy compliance.
Totality predominates.

Cold against corny.
Platitude against pretension.
Colored Glasses.
One Jigsaw
Two makes.
Not of the picture
But of ourselves.

Lets wipe off
Our colors
And admit the anagram.
Many-a-view.
No hue.
No Skew.