The Artist and the Poet

Consider: artists paint without a word, their colors full and characters extreme. At first though pictures seem eccentric, blurred, transparent symbols can begin to stream. Success takes shape as they work out a theme to bring mere thoughts to paper without flaw. Consider: artists need no words to draw. Watch close as to my sketch book comes a scene, there's just one sheet with which to make it whole. I trace with greens and golds - a rough ravine upon whose depth, I place a crimson stole. With some detail, I add a slender soul - a milky-skinned young lass with braided hair. Then I portray her hands raised high in prayer. A brawny lad I put down in the gorge providing clue to her apparent plea. His one hand grasping for the stole, I forge remaining hand as clinging to a tree. Now, poet, try your hand at imagery. This artist’s job is done, I hand the chalk to you to finish. Make my picture talk. written for gautami phookan’s contest Romanticism in Rime Royal by Reason A. Poteet, 02-05-14