A single red vased flower Jetted upright in the room From a surface sea-black table Pinned in the air by a slight breeze. The wilting sun at dusk closed The staunch tall bright flower And faded its reflection from The window, smiling horizon. At dawn the flower struggles For its shortened height and The sun, its bolder bright, just Easily holding in the sky. The flower bending, curves And arches, pillows gently From the air, and flattens on the Table top below the horizon sun. I said that!
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JENNIFER KESSELL 14 Sep 2009
Amazing work . Thanks for sharing . ~ jennifer kesselllillianhibiscus 08 Sep 2009
Fabulous!!!ruth sears 08 Sep 2009
I love the poem and the painting is a knockout!Anneke Hut 08 Sep 2009
Well, this shows that you are multi-talented, which doesn't surprise me at all!Laura Broenink 08 Sep 2009
A beautiful painting, love the vibrant reds! And such a great poem to go with it as well! :)