Depicted Sorrow

Upon a canvas, on a walk, your painting stood today.

I knew, with just a moments glance,

that you had much to say!





White caps played on rising tide, beckoning to your soul.

The waves of gray, of the pictured day,  

held your heart, within its cold.



You stood facing to the sea. I know there was a tear.

I could feel the breaking of your heart.

I could, somehow, sense your fear.



Were you thinking of the "Love" waves played?

Was he taken from the shore?

Perhaps if you were to join him ...

Would that even up the score?



So many things you spoke to me,

by the touch of novice brush.

I felt you stepping to the sea,

I felt my heart was crushed.



I wanted to somehow comfort you ...

to tell you, "Please don't go!"

But you will stand, as it was planned.

I will never know!



Did the Artist really see you,

young woman, by the sea?

Or, are you truly just a picture,

that has touched the heart

of me!




















Author's Notes/Comments: 

Have you ever came upon a sidewalk art sale?  Depicted Sorrow, was what came to mind when I viewed the painting I just described. Just a young woman by the sea - simply done, by an artist that may never be known.  I was drawn by this painting and touched by the saddness I could feel, portraid by it's simplicity.  Sadly I was not able to take the painting home.  I came back to get her, but she was gone. I hope she hangs within a happy home! ~Lesa~

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kat's picture

Another excellently done poem, Lesa.

kat

Melvin Lee II's picture

I think your Author's Comments are more evoking to me, it conjured up the very image of that painting..and yes, it must have been a wonderful piece of art.
Nonetheless, the monologue-style of your poem is very insightfully done, especially the opening lines.

Smilesz.

Douglas Lazard's picture

Lesa, I love this...There is so much poetry in art...I have a rock that has a picture on it. It was painted by an artist I know in Oklahoma. The picture on the rock is of an old cabin, high in the mountains somwhere. It is winter and the snow is covering the trees around a frozen pond by the cabin... I just know in my heart that this will be my home when I get to heaven. it has to be, for the feeling in my heart tells me so!
This is how art should always be...

Peace and love ~~~~ Dougie ~~~