Lost Art
Lost Art
Old man takes deliberate steps
Paints portraits of liberated women and ships
Oranges and blues play favorably on the canvas
Explicit details forged over time
His existence is the ancient house
Attic, main floor and basement are his world
Snow mounts outside his noble place all year
Cold fills in the troubled fabric there at rest
One slow step after the other leads him down
To cellar where he hides his masterpiece
A small brown boat on the vast angry sea
Planted there among the quiet dust
In the attic he secures a portrait of a woman
She posed in the past with a pink smile
Not much else
Old man loved the girl
But the ship has more value, color and design
He died one day without a reason
His art lives on
The attic piece, the woman, sold for several dollars
The ship for thousands
Who would guess?
The painting higher in the structure sold for less
The ups and downs of life feted
Vetted just like ours
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
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