After Seeing the Ace Art Fair Seoul 2023

Kinsley Lee

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)

  • Author: Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 27th, 2023 19:24
  • Category: Short story
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  • orchidee

    Good write K.
    We have an art fair in the UK which also displays at venues abroad - one is Korea.

    • Kinsley Lee

      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!

    • L. B. Mek

      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)

      • Kinsley Lee

        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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