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!
Another excellently done poem, Lesa.
kat
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.
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 ~~~