Remember the difficult in painting the sea.
turning to all the colours on my palette,
blue,into verridian green,
orange to keep the palette warm.
The mysteriouse waves,flowing forward,
backwards,follow the life of the stream,
touch the depth in darkness,grey not black.
The clothing of foam over the rocks,
me.sit in silence and frown.
Feel the loniness against the wall.
Try to clean the pallette with my eyes,
with turps,burn but..
see the sky white,blue with softness,in the sun,
yellow,and orange gleam it's way.
Don't forget the seagull's,follow their dream,
I thought.
The rocks all the colours of earth,steadfast
not in brittle grey.
Then I paint the horizon line,straight,
wondering why,have it to be straight,
don't see the end.
only the canvas in my hand beautifull you.
Art in my name.
(143 Words)
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