If I could paint I'd paint one thing
and it would be in early spring
and you could offer subject thee
because it's only you and me
in fields of clover white and green
long abandoned no longer seen
and we could find a secret place
to paint just more than your sweet face
a linen robe all white and flowing
so we could wrap your body knowing
your daily garb no longer neededand it would be in early spring
and you could offer subject thee
because it's only you and me
in fields of clover white and green
long abandoned no longer seen
and we could find a secret place
to paint just more than your sweet face
a linen robe all white and flowing
so we could wrap your body knowing
for what's about to be conceded
and kneeling in that sweet new clover
your linen robe carefully turned over
you glanced away as it fell free
and shared your blushing modesy
my brush was swift and true and flowing
firm white curves tan lines all showing
blonde hair blowing in the wind
my brush is taking it all in
If I remember just one thing
and it would be in early spring
the day you kneeled and trusted me
to paint your blushing modesty
johann
3 comments:
This is a beautiful poem. I've always thought that there's a very unique relationship between an artist and his model. He's capturing the beauty of her form, her curves and lines, where the sun highlights her skin and where the shadows play. Very nice.
Nice comments, thanks Miss Muse. Allow me to add comments too.
Yes. There is a unique relationship going on like you say. The artist yearns for just one special masterpiece; the model says take me there with you.
Synergy happens, bonding happens.
Who paints? The brush paints. Who guides the brush to take it all in? Maybe it's a magic brush.
In the end they go separate ways, but the artist remembers. Do you think the model remembers?
Probably not as much. During the "painting" the artist is focusing on every little detail of the model and the interprets what he sees to the canvas. That painting becomes an extention of him. The model's mind would wander. She might wonder about how the painting will turn out. But she might be mentally making a grocery list. (smile) I don't know.
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