The Painter

You show us scenes
From everywhere;
Lands North,
East, West and South.
You describe bees
And flowers and trees,
But never with your mouth.
It's through your brushstrokes
That we learn
Of feather, fin or fur.
I can see things
That really are,
Or things that never were.
You tell of people,
Places, things
That we may never see.
You teach us of the universe
With your beautiful imagery.
Through lines, points,
Curves and colors:
Painter, you are so kind.
I can see exactly what you see,
But only in my mind.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 6/21/2017 9:22:00 PM
Oh, Rich, how poetically wonderfully and colorfully you said about what I have thought. I always admire artists' work. You, the poet, conveys pictures on mind canvases. Have a great day!
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