Original artwork by Renelle Sommerville
An empty lot, what be the cause,
Perhaps the drifting snow?
Will it be thus till springtime’s thaws,
Or is there more to know?
The woods behind are well defined,
Or are they really there?
Creations of her fertile mind
And quite artistic flair.
The snow quite deep, it couldn’t stay,
T’was yesterday it stormed.
What was it then they cleared away?
Snow angels, newly formed.
A track left there by lonely car,
It’s come . . . but now it’s gone.
The empty lot seems quite bizarre,
Real . . . or carefully drawn?
Her eyes oft see reality
That brain and hands transform,
And when the two of them agree
A simple winter storm
Becomes a well-cleared parking lot,
Backed by barren trees.
A scene transmuting counterplot,
Renelle’s facsimiles.
Amazing is her artistry,
That touches spirit’s core.
And when her work is shared with me,
My soul just seems to soar.
The painting is of things that are,
But just not as they’re shown.
Like tracks left there by phantom car,
And drifts the wind has blown.
Her world seen through inventive eyes,
And filtered through her heart.
Her paintings sooth, like lullabies,
Serenity through art.
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