Art
Pastures painted
in vivid greens,
‘neath skies of
blended blues;
soothing scenes
depict tranquility,
of places past--
Where tall grass
blows upon a lea,
shepherds tend
gentle flocks,
work horses
graze,
farmhands nap,
chickens waddle
to a trough.
How fortunate
that grandmother knew how to paint.
Her heart,
in cracking oils
on canvas,
randomly splashed
on my suburban walls,
reminds me,
and those who
visit,
of
peace and
serenity.
And you!
How lucky are
you?
Given a chance to
leave a legacy,
to express
yourself with art.
A lifetime ahead--anew--
to spread love to
future generations.
Please pick up
the brush,
the pencil,
even a box of crayons.
It’s never too
late to begin.
(Written by Eve Gaal in loving memory of her talented grandmother, who knew the influence of art.)
(Written by Eve Gaal in loving memory of her talented grandmother, who knew the influence of art.)
I have no artistic talent to paint or draw. My art is in my writing and so is yours. Tweeted.
ReplyDeleteThank you Mari for the kind comment!
DeleteShe was very talented. She would appreciate your poem.
ReplyDeleteIf only...perhaps she knows what's going on by looking down from Heaven. Thank you for the kind words.
DeleteLovely post.
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