Short Landscape Painting Poems

Through the smoke filled air 
sunlight snared me a glimpse 
of the expansive landscape painting.
It spoke to me convincingly about its inherent worth
matching the picture window view 
     stroke for stroke
     shadow for shadow
     sparkle glimmer 
     and the dark murky horizon.
You could walk into either 
as if into ether 
and wander 
seeking the truth upon which each scene is built....

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Every time
My eyes fall
Upon the painting
On my wall
Its country track
Reaches out 
To the floor
Wanting 
Calling
My feet to befall
To kick up the dust
As it guides me thus
To the ancient gum tree
Up the track
Past the old burnt fence
The dry creek
Meanders hence
I imagine
I’d sit
In the murmuring grass
And write a poem
About my furthering 
Passed

( Heinz Krhuser 1925, SA Landscape, oil }...

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Rubbed out 

I stopped at a low stonewall
on my slow progress  
saw before me a landscape painting, 
ten sheep and twelve lambs.

I thought who that painter might be, 
a sudden blur in the air, 
when the picture cleared there
was a mare and her foal

five sheep had disappeared; 
the painting looked better,
but I didn’t linger, 
I wouldn’t like the artist to 
think I was a part of his picture     
wanting to erase me
for the sake of the prettiness.
of the landscape...

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