Henk Pierneef (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

He is already high up into the rough rocky mountain,
there are three huge aloes standing in front of him,
with a deep abyss that halts any further chance to continue,
there is a still larger mountain higher in the distance.
Big blocks of rock lie brown and ragged around him,
fog do whirl early in the mourning up the cliffs,
in a view that fills a person with wonder
and it's right here where he stops for this scene,
takes out his easel and lay down this landscape on canvass
around his focus-point all other things comes into balance,
the fine detail a person can notice from any angle,
right next to him there is a steep exposed cliff.
He looks at his own painting for moments,
are astonished as masterly it is finished.

[Poet's note:I have written this poem on a painting of Pierneef that my wife does possess.]