In Seoul, here and there the flowers
Are blooming, the green buds’re shining on the trees
The afternoon, sunny all the hours.
The petals are dancing according to the breeze.
The basement hall of the gallery, there
Are four seasons, various flowers and the fresh life,
And some paintings remind me the old days, and the air,
And the grassland, I can feel the Savan’s wildlife.
The big and the small, the old and the new,
The late time and future, long I stood,
And gazed the picture, to look for the clue
Which a painter concealed. As far as I could.
Back home, I sit on the armchair and be lost
In thought to solve the riddle from a painter.
My heart will be full of joy, on the frost
Like to meet the sunlight, when I be a gainer.
My heart was full of joy whenever
I found the message from the painter
(27th, Apr., 2023)
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Author:
Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (
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Good write K.
We have an art fair in the UK which also displays at venues abroad - one is Korea.
HI! Orchidee
I See. Thank you for your kind comments. I'm looking for the opportunity to see the UK's artist in Seoul. I'm sorry for my late reply. Have a nice day!
nothing like attending an art gallery
to expand our imagination
dancing with an artist's, abstract
to extract that nuanced link
awaiting us, so as to be discovered
and related to, in a way
only we can..
(a lovely write, so relatable dear poet)
Hi! L.B.
I'm sorry for my late reply. Have a nice day! I agree with you, it's the reason that a poet must visit for seeing the other art field. The paintings, music, and others. Thank you for your kind comments. Have a nice day! BR.
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