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The Lost Masterpiece
An artist surveys the picturesque scene below
picking up his brush he hesitates;
The night sky above was glorious
he’d never seen so many colors of blue
dotted with light billowy clouds
covered by a never-ending Milky Way.
A sleepy town lay in the valley
nestled between mountain peaks
joined by meadows of yellow flowers
a small sliver of moon watching over all.
The bell in the church steeple rang out
when all was quiet, an owl asked; “Who? Who?”
The artist didn’t know
his canvas as blank as his mind.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2014
This poem was written for a Magpie photo prompt in 2014. Shared here for the first time from Picturesque Words and linked with my friends at Poets United.
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The poet doth capture the scene better than the artist!! Excellent Miss Bekkie! ☺
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Thank you, Phil!
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I wonder if a painter can ever capture it better than what a poet does with words.
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That’s a great point, Bjorn!
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The bell in the church steeple ran out
when all was quiet, an owl asked; “Who? Who?”
The artist didn’t know
his canvas as blank as his mind. ……..My favourite stanza, however, I enjoyed your poem in its entirety.
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Thank you, Julian! You made me aware that there was a mistype in that I meant “rang out” not “ran out.” Glad you stopped by.
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Even though the painter has no clue, but your words have painted a perfect picture!
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Thank you, Vandana!
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Awesome read! Thanks.
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Thank you!
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Fascinating imagery. I have experienced moments where the mind is trying to catch up to the moment.
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So have I. Thank you!
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Just beautiful. I love the solemnity and flow. Great write.
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Thanks so much!
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You have captured the artist and the artwork with your lovely words.
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Thank you!
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Lovely!
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Thank you so much!
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What an idyllic scene you’ve painted … a wonderful piece with an intriguing close.
By the way, I enjoyed your photos posted at The Pantry. Hope you are enjoyed your Sunday!
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I sure did, Wendy! Thank you so much!
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You painted a nice picture with words of the painter painting a picture.
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Exactly! With a surprise I hope. Thank you, Colleen.
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Wow, that painting is beautiful. An artist would find it hard to do it justice, but am glad he tried, as the result is lovely. I enjoyed the poem, Bekkie.
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That painting is supposed to be Vango painting the Starry Night. If WP was like Blogger you’d be able to enlarge the prompt and see that it looks just like the town he painted. Thank you, Sherry!
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Oooh this was such an enthralling poem, Bekkie!💕
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Thank you, Sanaa!
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You have brought that photo to life with your words, Bekkie! It is sad to read the ending though – with the artist’s canvas as blank as his mind!
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Maybe, but it was fun to surprise everyone. Didn’t you expect a masterpiece at the end? Thank you, Mary!
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I think we each have a lost masterpiece nestled within our creativity….loved this!
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So you do know what it’s like to be an artist! Lol! Of course, you do. Thank you, Donna!
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…and here I thought it was going to end with a great masterpiece! It’s an entertaining read!
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Thank you, Beverly! We’ve all had those moments of blankness even in the midst of beauty.
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Hi there Bekkie, don’t think I’ve read you before and enjoyed your piccies today too…
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Thank you, Scott. Then I’ll be reading you for the first time in a few. Glad you came by and commented.
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I loved this, especially the owl at the end. Superb thanks for sharing it.
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Glad you liked it, John. I like to surprise at times if I can.
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