An Ode To Picasso
A new dawn breaks with Pablo’s ire,
To awaken a canvas with strokes of fire.
A myriad hues from reds to blues,
Finds it hard for even the discerning eye to choose.
What was it that made him great?
Even though his lines were’nt straight!
The rest of the pack he left far behind,
And proved to the world he was the 20th Century’s greatest find.
His journey off course he left incomplete!
With many a work so subtly discreet.
Although we know that its hard to go,
Someday, someone will beat Pablo.
With his blessings I’m sure we’ll open the door,
To the unseen works he may have wanted to show.
Maybe one day? As the days go by,
A new painter’ll emerge who’ll reach for the sky.
So wait until then all you friends and foes,
It its your luck you may witness those shows.
------ Prince Freakasso
(Painter & Poet)
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
