Two paintings of Twombly with two haiku

I searched again in my archives, and two paintings by Twombly appeared, I had well preserved. Not at all at the place where they would be saved and with a file name which was only one number. But they are there out from my own memory and that of my computer.
And I remember the words written on a piece of paper. I write often still on paper. At least for haiku.

My words are still in line? Have they been?

I love this graphics of the writing, which has been seeking and which appears not dare inscribed on the canvas. I like these tremors, these hesitations. If I was painter, but I am Not a painter, I would like my hand let go as well.
I am not a painter. But I like the Painting. And so many other things too. I have lots of names that jostle in my mouth. I will have to make an effort. And put me face these paintings which I love and simply talk about it. Difficult. The words are often lacking to me.
But what difference does it make, the emotions are always based on the eyes and heart.

n°1 = Cy Twombly
Untitled (New York City)

n°2 = Cy Twombly
Untitled, 1964.