30 November 2009

Nana’s Gift

For ages, the spirits of artists
have been filling heaven.
enhancing the gallery of clouds
filling the closet of colors, ideas and brush-strokes.
Even working with light in northern evenings.

The conventional white and blue, still popular,
images of random objects, animals, faces of lovers;
within the white and gray.

Sometimes they give us a blue canvas
with small faded clouds, far away,
like missed chalk-marks on a lazily cleaned board.
Other days, they overdo themselves,
leaving us to guess the colors we would see.
The sun blocked by a pile of afghans.

Today, the sky is a gift
from my grandmother
whispering to the spirits
Try to add green, he loves green
and layer it, he bores easily

3 comments:

Ciara said...

I LOVE THIS!!

Gavin said...

I've been reading down through your entries and wow....just wow....I love your style. I hope to someday write as well as you. You are very talented.(:

jeannette stgermain said...

How coincidental -I'm called "Nana" and I'm an artist! Are you talking about your Nana?
I like your style of poetry:)