THE ARTIST'S SOUL

By moonphish

Thu, 22 Oct 2015
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the painter died at seventy
he never was well known
but since the day he last drew air
his prominence has grown
.
for when the grinning reaper
felt the need to steal his breath
his compositions came to life
to eulogize his death
.
the ship upon the rolling sea
indeed begins to roll
two lovers walking in the rain
make wavelets as they stroll
.
the poppies in the dying sun
now tremble in the breeze
while tawny leaves abandon
summer homes they'd built in trees
.
a kitten, fur, electric
has a whisker with a twitch
the hula girl's in motion
with a scratch she had to itch
.
but take a look at this one
you would miss it if you blink
self portrait of the artist
as he gives a little wink
 
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Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Clever fun, neatly executed again. And maybe you do look at paintings more intently after the painter has died, and in looking intently, they seem to come to life! I did especially like 'while tawny leaves abandon summer homes they'd built in trees'  As it is happenning now! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by moonphish on

thanks Rhiannon, so glad you enjoyed