The Artist and the Poet
Consider: artists paint without a word,
their colors full and characters extreme.
At first though pictures seem eccentric, blurred,
transparent symbols can begin to stream.
Success takes shape as they work out a theme
to bring mere thoughts to paper without flaw.
Consider: artists need no words to draw.
Watch close as to my sketch book comes a scene,
there's just one sheet with which to make it whole.
I trace with greens and golds - a rough ravine
upon whose depth, I place a crimson stole.
With some detail, I add a slender soul -
a milky-skinned young lass with braided hair.
Then I portray her hands raised high in prayer.
A brawny lad I put down in the gorge
providing clue to her apparent plea.
His one hand grasping for the stole, I forge
remaining hand as clinging to a tree.
Now, poet, try your hand at imagery.
This artist’s job is done, I hand the chalk
to you to finish. Make my picture talk.
written for gautami phookan’s contest Romanticism in Rime Royal
by Reason A. Poteet, 02-05-14
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