Her medium is canvas, poetry, and stone.
She is in a crowd but all alone.
In all her works she leans toward the abstract.
Let us take a moment to explore this fact.
Her sculptures are beautiful to behold,
But stone is oh so cold.
Stone, in its raw state, hides many things
Beautiful sculpture, dirt , to diamond rings.
Even when finished, there may be treasures inside,
Or useless rock and flaws, there to hide.
She likes Chagall, was he not abstract too,
Hiding beauty of realism with color and hue.
What is it she fears, to see it as it is
And say it without fear, this artistic wiz?
Her poetry. Words with a story untold
Like the stone, must be worked to behold.
What is it she seeks but is afraid to say outright in ode?
What past tragedy, makes her poetry seem almost like code?
For her my wishes for all the best.
And for coaching me to understand her tests
And for being such a great artist and friend
One day I will learn the proper way for a poem to end
Very interesting observation. "What past tragedy makes her poetry seem almost like a code?" Very astute.
Jessica
Thank you for telling me about your new post. It is an interesting observation.
Using words to pen the painting....and using paint to color the poem... Smilesz. Great style, Huck. GLad u found a new passion ~ Keep it up ~~! Thanxs for informing me of this new gem. ;)