In the outdoor summer park where flowers have yet to bloom,
But the Roses of Sharon now return, in Seolpa's painting,
Though the buds haven't burst in the late monsoon, they not bloom,
Already, on the hill of the painting with balminess they're abundantly blooming.
(6th, Jul,2023, Kinsley Lee)
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Author:
Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: To write this poem on the Seol-Pa's painting. The title named .
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Art, as a conduit
To those feelings we keep repressed
So we use our eyes, not our ears
To listen, learn reflect n contemplate
eventually, we translate
That which impacts us, into words
with poetic intent, striving
To voice, what it means to exist
with a reality
That's seemingly, surreal
(a lovely write dear poet
I like the patience in your wording
as if, as you write
you're realising the very emotions
you're emoting, magical)
Hi! L. B.
Thank you so much for your comments. You always give me the courage. Korea is very hot summer days. Maybe it's hot too at the place where you are. Have the nice summer days! Thank you so much.
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