The poetry of an artist is in how her paints rhyme.
She’s blessed with the ability to lift…
and freeze a moment we see in time…
This is the artist’s gift…
Each moment the Earth paints a masterpiece
changing literally in front of our eyes…
each moment Earth exhibits her expertise…
as well as her ability to surprise.
But these moments Earth paints are fleeting
for she paints at an energetic pace
and thus…one painting…she’s never completing…
so it’s up to us…and our eyes to keep pace.
We try committing a moment to memory.
We try unequivocally.
But, since the mural is changing so rapidly,
it’s hard to hold on to the moment we see?
Enter the artist with paints to be blended…
for with the Earth painting as fast as she spins
the instant one moment has ended…
is the instant the artist begins.
When the paint she’s mixing finally adheres
catching that moment in time
we look at her painting and, to us, it appears
her paints not only mingle…but rhyme.
How lucky the artist and our paths have crossed.
We give thanks knowing we’re thoroughly blessed…
for she paints us a moment we thought we’d lost
and let our hearts and our souls do the rest.
Yes, an artist can capture that moment in time
on canvas for eternity…
her colors blending in texture and rhythm and rhyme…
silent poetry for the whole world to see.
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