Passion of An Artist
The landscapes I paint have fence one or two
Some with pegs bent, some with bars broken,
Fence between pathway draped in autumn hue
And bare pasture embedding auburn garden.
You may ask me, why?
I go deep in my mind
See my emotions dry
In split space defined.
The landscapes I paint have expanse of blue sky
With patches of cloud hanging on hazy horizon
Wrapping the smoky hills, telling them how to fly,
Some drift shapeless in azure emptiness forlorn.
You may ask me, why?
I go deep in my mind
See my mooring fly
Life floating behind.
The landscapes I paint have tall trees in thick cluster
Standing in the foreground, some green some brown,
Their roots pierce the soil, crushed grass they devour
In dense shadow of foliage the flowering plants drown.
You may ask me, why?
I go deep in my mind
See my identity lie
In soul sinking blind.
The portraits I paint have always birthmark
On lower right cheek, some light some dark,
So on the still face beauty may silently lurk
Carry signature of creativity of artist’s work.
You may ask me, why?
I go deep in my mind
See my passion try
Make a mark of some kind.
December 7, 2017.
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