Kacy's Creation Poem by Sunita Chandla

Kacy's creations

Almost a magic flows through her hand
When she works at a canvas on a stand

She looks at the model and picks up her brush
A little movement of quick strokesand I gaze in hush

Watch her step back and often squint her eye
It's then quickly, the human model heaves a sigh
Pats her brush on pre set palette of some colours
Then back on canvas an image almost uncovers


How did that just reflect on canvas on the side
My eyes well up and the heart fills with pride
Right from childhood she had drawn so bright
A talent so palpable was difficult to hide.


She gives a break to the model, intermittently
While she fills in more finesse, quite discretely
The eyes start twinkling and cheeks smile
Myriad of strokes have gone a certain mile
The hair continue to flutter in the stillness of air
God gifted are only a few, now is that fair?


I have seen the flowers freeze their freshness
And the silverware never loses its sheen
The night never fades its darkness
Or the vibrant orange from the sunset gleam


How patiently she creates two from one

Can barely tell a difference from the sculpted one

Staring at the portrait often grips me with haze
Am I admiring the person or that my gaze!


An easy way tofeel lost somewhere
And delve deep in beauty of art so rare
May God grant such artists!even more grace
For they too create impressions, not easy to erase!

By Sunita Chandla