POETRY IN MOTION
Describing a scene of beauty,
With phrases and words on a pad,
I brought the same to canvas,
Painted with colors I had.
My brush tipped dazzling dew-drops
Catching the sun’s warm ray,
On a flower’s satiny petals,
Before the drops melted away.
It unfolded a sleepy flower,
And a bumble-bee in flight.
It also painted the gauzy wings;
As the words in this poem might.
The colorful golden petals
Can almost emit a scent.
My brush made them so descriptive . . .
Just as this poem is meant.
Your mind can walk in a painting.
Its design is felt in your heart.
And poetry evokes emotions
As an art-form counterpart.
There’s flow and grace and beauty,
And those who observe, will find,
They’re the same in poem and painting,
When viewed with heart and mind.
8/19/04 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck