Through then eyes of a poet

[Tjflowers80]

Many people look at a painting and see just a painting; when I look at a painting I see a world inside it all. The grove where winter stays waiting and the cold snow keeps calling.
I am lost as winter passes to the warmth of spring and from spring to summer then from summer to fall; where flowers bloom and the aroma encircles like the bliss of heavens touch; a campsite where the warmth builds from the slightly seen stars above and the fires glow; where the colors fade to auburn and oranges itch cool breezes through sunlit trees.
The edges of life pushed away where stress melts and natures love stay within the wind; just there on the he fallen tree; a bird sets to rest her weary wings, the magnificence of her color tells me her name. Blue and green ruffled feathers and a ruby throat. She turns a little and her feathers glitter like jewels of the earth and sky.
My heart breathes and I close my eyes; listening to it all. But alas there is always more to it than that. There is what lies beyond the hidden grove. And even more so beyond all of that. What I see is not just the painting but the world within it; the emotions of life imitating art.

[creativesoul]

I loved this and it's many windows into your insight-

[whoaisme]

This is just great!

I spent some time in Tucson, AZ last week and happened to find Ted DeGrazia's art gallery. SO MANY PAINTINGS! I wanted to stay there all day looking and being with those paintings. Thanks for this!

[Tjflowers80]

I'm happy you enjoyed this, a dream is only a dream if never seen throught the poets eye.

[whoaisme]

aww yea still a great piece of writing!

[Tjflowers80]

Thanks again. Am happy you enjoyed it!

[creativesoul]

beauty is in the eyes of the beholder-
"what is with this modern art crap ?"
mom- its worth a lot of money
this guy is famous
i could never really get the modern art thing