Strophe
O Grandpa Davis who gave me my skill
My art talents ,organic, came from you
Sorry I haven’t praised you ,now .I will
Your art and talents I admire you so
Your art is an inspiration to me,
Once I lost my home; most of your art gone,
It should have been enjoyed for all to see ,
T’is a wicked act ; I do frown upon.
Antestrope
Talent is work and some inspiration ,
Organic ability not much proof ,
Work hard with lift no misinformation ,
If you believe all of it you got spoofed.
And talent is one percent makes art great.
And work is sixty percent of one’s art ,
And skill is forty percent I state,
All three in harmony is a good start.
Epode
O Grandpa Davis I wish you were alive ,
If dreams are gold meeting you is jive,
You died 5 years before I was born .
Seeing your art I was wowed-forgot to mourn.
In figure drawing your skill is mythic
Your pastel work of your wife is terrific
And Grandpa Davis my ode to you is done,
It’ is time I penned it for everyone.
Keeling
epode masts
tilt horizon’s sun
collecting crimson
Her sails ablaze
make mauve
evanesce
(9/22/2020: '97 Sea Ray 550 Sedan Bridge; Septolet contest)
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