Sketches
Wayside artist in calm poise,
Sits down with bright dreamy eyes;
Makes a sketch in easy voice.
Water colour painting sighs,
Mental picture in a swirl;
A craftsman's touch as tints ply.
Sets his sights on landscape world,
Colours and shades now mix with light;
A touch, a blot, paintbrush twirls.
Part by part the vivid sight,
Sips his coffee afterthought;
Picture portrait dreamy bright.
In sure fashion picture-plot,
The artist makes still life dance;
Tints and shades and colours dot.
In awe of finesse I chance,
Poetic sculptures now fling;
I soak this passionate trance.
Yes I feel the pulse of spring,
Time to sow and hear birds sing;
Fond times fling a thousand things!
Leon Enriquez
08 February 2015
Singapore
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