Painter's Canvass

On a canvass, he paints A beauty with no name His palette shades of blacks Blues and grays he add as hues A brush he inclines and curves His thumb kneed and nudge With each and every stroke Edge to edge from angle to angles A picture of beauty on caught Near an open window Where the subject lays gracefully Her long black hair sprawled On the red satiny clothe Her chin up a little Her lips a shade of rosy red Her cheeks flushed with warmth Soft tendrils of hair cascades with the wind Her one hand clutches Her other hand lies relax sideways Her legs set on lax as her body does Her face of tranquility With eyes a look of intrigue With beams of scattered sunlight Creating arts of shadows Darker, lighter that highlights Keys of piano on the background Audible enough to hear The painter focus much To the subject steadily hush Two hours past the clock When he ends and do his final touch by: olive_eloi 12:59 pm 02/13/2014 -----------------------