A poem by Beverly Stock.
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The lines drawn fine and neat,
That fill a canvas until complete.
And shades of colors pale or bold,
Representing the mood of young or old.
Explain to me what’s at play,
By just the way art looks that day.
Seeing the artist's flair and stroke,
Feeling as if he or she just spoke.
Like the smile of a friend,
I hope this feeling never ends.
Beverly Stock is an American poet who delights in creating poetry that asks big questions about small moments, and inspires readers to revisit the little memories we so often overlook. Her work has been published by The Society of Classical Poets, The Chained Muse, Persimmon Tree, and LightenUp Online, in the UK. Visit BeverlyStockPoetry.com and BeverlyStockPoetry on Facebook.
© 1984 Beverly Stock