The Painter
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Wednesday, November 9, 2005
The Painter chose the skies
Pastel morning-blue
As Its canvas, streaking,
With Its white-tipped brush,
Clouds in swirls and tails and whorls
Of floating synchronized chaos.
The Painter chose the fences
Lattice-entwined vines
As Its canvas, turning
Saw-toothed, summer-green leaves
Into autumn's heart-blood reds
Of climbing synchronized chaos.
The Painter chose the forms
Of human beings
As Its canvas, creating,
From divine earth-based clay,
A diverse palette in colors
Of reaching synchronized chaos.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 11/9/05
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Beautiful painting in verse--you've penned a masterpiece! Stunning, imaged perfectly...thank you!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
I marvel at your talent. BRAVA!
Lori
Through this page of "Synchronized Chaos or: The Painter" I learned, and understood what Leonardo Da Vinci defined for painting and poetry: "Dipingere è poesia che è vista ma non è sentita, e poesia è un dipinto quale è sentito ma non è visto." "Painting is poetry which is seen but not heard, and poetry is a painting which is heard but not seen."
"Synchronized Chaos or: The Painter" is a painting-poem and a poem-painting to enrich The American Fine Letters and to show how The Major Art depicts the glowing face of Poetry.
I salute You, Poet!
In gratitude and reverent admiration.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Apprentice-poet by the Grace of The Mother-Poet
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)