The Landscape Artist

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    The Landscape Artist

    I sift through Sable sands of time
    And stare at Emerald trees
    See how they look like dancers
    Flowing gently with the breeze?
    Bestowed by Sapphire waters
    With halos glittering bright
    Like Diamonds how they twinkle
    As the Golden sun ignites.
    I watch the Pastel flowers
    Blooming in the Spring of day
    The rain lets down its teardrops
    To wash the wilt away.
    Crystal mountains seek the clouds
    And yet I wonder why
    They need no gloom or fogginess
    To show the passers-by.
    I am the landscape artist
    Who stares at Emerald trees
    And Sapphire lakes and halos
    Beneath the Golden sea.
    I know that all this beauty
    Is not meant for only me
    That's why I am the artist
    So that everyone can see.

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    wheelsal commented on The Landscape Artist

    06-15-2009

    Another good write, perhaps close to great. Your imagery leaves me looking at the painting with awe.

    Grito commented on The Landscape Artist

    03-22-2009

    A thought to send, by written word, the angst of vision, as a two edged sword.

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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