As You Peruse the Canvas

 

She sits within the sunlight of the morning’s tranquil hush

As you peruse the canvas with a touch from your paintbrush

So still in expectation of the way she will appear

Within your mind for fear you’ll find that she is insincere

She gazes at the beauties who hang proudly on your wall

And dreams to be among them though she’s feeling very small

Could she compare herself to what you find to be divine

She wishes you would tell her as she looks for some small sign

 

You find her face compelling and her eyes emit a glow

That seeps into your soul and tells you things you’d like to know

About a woman’s secrets that are timeless and so rare

You’ll capture her persona and you’ll take the whole world there

This face will take a journey and a journey it will make

For everyone beholding her will feel a gentle quake

That same feeling that you felt as you first gazed into her eyes

When you saw that special something everyone would recognize

 

She sits within the shadows of the evening’s peaceful hush

As you peruse the canvas that’s been touched by your paintbrush

 

 

©Kay Salady

 

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on June 13, 2011, in poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. Shaik.Hussain

    Fantastic angel!!!

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  2. Shaik.Hussain

    XLNT!!!!!

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  3. You do such a good job evoking that picture!

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  4. You paint wonderful pictures with your words. Very good! I read and enjoyed this one several times!

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  5. You got inside the painting.

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  6. This is beautiful and it leaves me wanting to know more about the woman in the image.

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  7. I was thinking these words are telling us about how the poet works for her poetry. She looked on something, get focus on it and let her minds free to capture un-spoken words beyond that situations.
    Just like how the paint was made, very genuine and very fresh. It comes completely with all the emotions without any delay to look for a tiny blinking things to make it perfect.
    I enjoy read this poem, since I have the same thought about how arts have to work ….. it has to be fresh and it has to be coming with all emotions without any delay ….

    regards,

    Remi

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