Day-22 NaPoWriMo-2019
Prompt: Ekphrastic Poem
" Little Italy Scene-NYC" watercolor on paper by Prasanna Velagala
I remember her tiny hands
The painter, knee-high some summers ago
She drew lines, circles, and squares
Filled them with perfect colors in little splashes and dashes
And slowly, the portraits filled in different shades
The tapestry of her imagination leaps into
Masks, buildings, boughs, and houses
A sudden halt and she bounces back
One fine day, she emerges stronger
We stand shoulder to shoulder
With bolder themes, sunrises, and sunsets
Mature mind encapsulates the essence of the alien lands
I see those images she captures on paper
Sprinkled with a keen eye, a scene, fragrant as home
One of my favorites, the hungry crowd, some other aliens
Bright, colorful under a street light, reminiscing
The beautiful gardens in their homeland
The Alps and the Pyrenees flowed in their blood
Images, kaleidoscopic from across the ocean
Visits them in their reverie, and a sigh escapes,
The diners wait to feed the strangers
An immigrant embraces another one from a different mother
My little painter captures their expressions, across the street
And fill the blanks with a rainbow of her own heart
(The painter is an old student, who literally grew up in my arms. I am so proud of her. Her observation of the minutest details brings forth a talent which is profound and exceptional. An engineer and painter, she is gifted. I wish her all the success in life)
Participating in :NaPoWriMo-2019
Prompt: Ekphrastic Poem
I remember her tiny hands
The painter, knee-high some summers ago
She drew lines, circles, and squares
Filled them with perfect colors in little splashes and dashes
And slowly, the portraits filled in different shades
The tapestry of her imagination leaps into
Masks, buildings, boughs, and houses
A sudden halt and she bounces back
One fine day, she emerges stronger
We stand shoulder to shoulder
With bolder themes, sunrises, and sunsets
Mature mind encapsulates the essence of the alien lands
I see those images she captures on paper
Sprinkled with a keen eye, a scene, fragrant as home
One of my favorites, the hungry crowd, some other aliens
Bright, colorful under a street light, reminiscing
The beautiful gardens in their homeland
The Alps and the Pyrenees flowed in their blood
Images, kaleidoscopic from across the ocean
Visits them in their reverie, and a sigh escapes,
The diners wait to feed the strangers
An immigrant embraces another one from a different mother
My little painter captures their expressions, across the street
And fill the blanks with a rainbow of her own heart
(The painter is an old student, who literally grew up in my arms. I am so proud of her. Her observation of the minutest details brings forth a talent which is profound and exceptional. An engineer and painter, she is gifted. I wish her all the success in life)
Participating in :NaPoWriMo-2019
i think i've been on that very corner. I love how you see the whole world in this street corner
ReplyDeleteThank you very much :)
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ReplyDeleteThank you Jenni :)
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