a sea of green,
smooth, specked with grazing cows,
hills rise to the horizon,
topped by trees that twist and turn like restless men,
far below, houses huddle: small and grey,
like one insignificant sheep in a field,
smoke rising from the chimney,
stretching to the clouds above.
A sea of blue,
smooth, specked with shifting clouds,
a solitary plane flies for an unknown purpose to an unknown destination,
birds fly below like particles of brownian motion,
far below, the village cowers,
against giant humped hills,
Father Sun smiles upon God's creation,
with vermilion eyes that cast shadows,
far below.
Many artist sat with a brush in his hand,
and paper on his lap,
lost in wordless wonder at what he sees,
impulsively dipping brush in to pot,
suspending over the paper,
slowly... slowly... colour drips and splodges,
the peace and beauty of this place,
shall never be reflected in an artist's creation.
Author notes
This was inspired from how I imagine my village to look like. I can't see, so I just imagine! The last verse is intended to make you want to paint this anyway, as a challenge! See what you think.
A contest entry
- Evoke My Artistic Vision by crazylittledevil.
440 points, ended March 20, 2007, 24 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Lovely
I so enjoyed reading your poem! Very nice imagery you have here! Very creative and originally written!
Beautiful job!
castaway
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I am not artist when it comes to drawing. I dapple in words, metaphors, verbs and nouns. I am afraid I would not do justice to it either.
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As a learning artist, some of the scene you describe (eg. the air craft), I don't believe I could do justice to at present. This was very well described and fits the theme wonderfully. I may work with this in the future. Good luck in the contest.
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