by Cryssa C
Saturday, May 14, 2011
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Happy Birthday, Mom...
An artist, using nature’s palette,
her medium was oil paints
in brilliant, vivid smudges
I used to sit and watch her paint--
creating beauty with her brushes,
mixing colors on her palette--
scraping, blending, then applying
brush-stroked colors to the sky,
cascading love of waterfalls
and stately snow-capped mountains
Her oil paints in vivid smudges
-snapshot of her earthly talent-
hang with grandeur on my wall
extracting memories from my heart
and moisture from my eyes
I think, now, that what I witnessed
was a tyro for another realm:
Apprentice to a grander kingdom,
her canvas now of heavenly realm,
her palette filled with angel’s tones
When I glance at heaven’s skyline
and see the beauty painted there
-the brilliant brush strokes full of color
splashed across the wide expanse-
I think that maybe mama’s painting,
painting pictures in the sky.
Her medium is not long lasting
for now she paints with water colors--
extracting moisture from the clouds,
she brushstrokes love across the sky
creating beauty for the eye
When I see the skies in splendor,
swept with glorious unnamed hues,
I know that mama is still painting
majestic artwork in the sky…
creating beauty with her brushes
but more importantly…
trying to convey the message
She’s watching over me.
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|Reviewed by Kathleen McDonald
|Reviewed by Axilea MU
|As I was reading, the first thing I thought of, was that colors and painting mean love in this poem. Colorful abundance of love that stays forever.
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Russo
|This is breathtaking, Cryssa. I can feel all the emotion you have for your mother, your missing her, and your knowing she watches over you as you see her and her beautiful paintings in the heavens. Such a lovely tribute for your dear mother's birthday. Just beautiful! Hugs, Elizabeth|
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Very lovely indeed sweet lady...Hugsss|
|Reviewed by Emile Tubiana
|Dear Cryssa, I am pleased to see your work again. It is a very nice poem and I like these two lines especially:
"extracting memories from my heart
and moisture from my eyes"
Well done. Love Emile
|Reviewed by Chessly Nesci
|Cryssa, Beautiful tribute to your mom! She will live on forever in your heart and her paintings! Take care, Chessly|
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|This is so beautiful! A fine tribute!|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|This was a wonderful and sweet, never mind beautiful, tribute to your mother, the artist.|
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
your understanding of your mother's expression,
of her art, is splendid, and you rejoice, rightly,
in her talent and achievements, her colour.
|Reviewed by Charlie
|(I had to look up the word "tyro")--how's that for a confession? What I appreciate most about this poem, is that it does capture the nastalgia of family room light, the smell of oil paint and terpentine, and the colors-colors-COLORS. I remember she wanted to paint our new house in strong colors--don't be afraid of strong colors. (My walls are all white). See, this is what I need in my life: More color-- more MAMA! (I think you should capitalize that word). I also like how you can see her paintings in the sky. I like to view the sky through a painter's eye too-- (not that I'm much of a painter, but you know what I mean). I enjoyed the memories and the view. Love ya too. --Charlie|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Beautiful tribute to your mom, Cryssa; very nice!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. ;D
|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|Beautiful connection through her paintings translated to your heart. Her being lives on in her paintings...her herilooms passed on to you to hang proudly where you can see the results of her passion. We as painters of portraits, landscapes, seascapes or differing scenes leave our imprint and those outlive us to almost forever in the hearts of those who love(d) us.
|Reviewed by Vesper Darby
|oh ilove this and love thinking how putting down these words gave you comfort and knowing|
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|What powerful lines of poetry!
This is a magnificent way to connect with your mother!