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.