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.
Impressions Of A View
A base of periwinkle blue
covered with thick strokes of indigo
with smudges of powder blue,
watching the colors
as they run together
swirling and glowing
catching the last rays
of light at gloaming.
A base of bistre brown
covered in burlywood
with thick almond accents
dashes of citron here and there
along with dandelion yellow
covering the ground.
A few slate gray lines
with dark greens
hinting at boundaries
between tree and landscape
an impression soon washed out
by the black of night.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2017
This is my animation (no name.)
We are to paint a poem like an impressionist. Written with my friends at dVerse~Poets Pub.
I went to see some abstract art at SOMA.
A huge tan canvas
caught my eye
full of angry looking black strokes.
A brush used like a knife
slashing the surface
no staying within the lines here.
I felt a turmoil from it
which I couldn’t put it into words.
The blank spaces within the artwork
trapped, then set free
yet seeking escape from the stark controlling lines.
What the artist couldn’t put into the painting
was plainly there to feel.
Magpie Tales 290