the artist takes up his materials
all he will need for todays picture
gathered before him his tools
upon this canvas he will paint
create for the viewer a picture
a picture magically unique
for each viewer will see it from a different angle
so cleverly his cunning method today
for there will be azure blue skies
above a wooded green land
where as a child he played
and there, a separate picture
of his boyhood friend.
and there, his dog
their favourite games and those bicycles!
but then those skies would cloud over
the darkness above foreboding
a monochrome TV message warns
of war and despair and tortured heroism
refugees trail over his canvas
promising their feeble lives of enslavement
to racketeers promises
of salvation across the ocean
packed into inflateable boats of hope and doom
afloat upon an ocean of despair
as the torment of approaching storm
creates a panic upon the artists canvas
a moment to draw breath and relax
and collect his thoughts
could there be too much in this picture
would each manifestation portrayed reach his viewer
smugly the artist is assured - yes
he places his artistic hardware upon the table before him
a hewlett-packard laptop is his easel
and words his palet of choice
this poetic artist knows
each of his viewers will, with their unique palet of life
paint a picture vivid and alive within their mind
in colours never to be found in the visual artists shop
they say a picture paints a thousand words
but the poets few hundred words
paint a moving picture
alive, so alive on the canvas of your mind
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dusk arising (
Offline) - Published: June 13th, 2021 06:51
- Comment from author about the poem: Something I posted in 2017 revisited today
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Nicely penned Dusk
Thank you Saxon Crow.
Good write dusk,
Thanks big 'O'.
I am glad you re-visited these words DA darn glad ............. and true 🙂
My muse is spring cleaning so I had to look into the past.
The read of this re-visited poem tugs at heart-strings with vivid imagery and paints the facts as they are for many in desperate conditions today - an artist whether poetic or not would have to cover his canvas with tears when he painted those boats of hope and doom, A moving piece indeed Dusk
Thank you Fay, I'm [pleased you saw the switch from sunny to desperation here. It validates the purpose of writing poetry when reader is drawn into the pathos of a piece. Thank you.
and thus you are an artist, allowing us to draw what we may…
Thank you, yes we all have our personal pallett from which to visualise.
A moving write, Dusk.
Thank you Jerry.
Lovely 🙂 Poets can bring the whole universe into your mind with a few words.
As poets I think we draw on our readers life experiences to colour our poetry from their own personal pallett. Thank you Jayasree.
Wonderful picture painted with words d a.
Andy
Thank you Goldie.
'so cleverly his cunning method today
for there will be azure blue skies
above a wooded green land
where as a child he played
and there, a separate picture
of his boyhood friend.
and there, his dog
their favourite games and those bicycles!
but then those skies would cloud over
the darkness above foreboding'
immersivity: showcased, with practised ease
a sublime offering, Dusk
thank you so much!
(I also use an HP Pavilion, so
you know - even if you grow to hate
everything else about me, we can utilise that
as our featherweight tether, of a connection) lol
A great read: Truly!
LOL @ grow to hate you. What's to hate there? I'm no HP fan, any old laptop will suffice, and believe me I break them with regular ease and a great deal of frustration.
Thank you LBM.
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