Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
For Cheryl - Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
Your paintings are works
There is an excitement in them
Each captures the essence of
Simple, ordinary things.
We hold our breath in anticipation
To catch the frog when he leaps
From his rock throne...
The lilies, in beautiful blended
Colors are a sweet caress, as
They float in the pond;
We are drawn to the dropp of water
On the leaf which shimmers like a tear
And stays with us like a forlorn and
A bride and groom of long ago
Come to life and we hear the soft echoes
Of yesterday's promises...
The sail boat whispers in the wind,
Houses cast shadows on the quiet
Blue water...Clouds hover.
The fragrance from the rose, in
A beautiful vase fills the room.
We reach out to touch its soft
We hear the moo of the cow, basking
In this tranquil space and time.
We are flattered in candid portraits,
Your detail is incomparable.
The warmth and care you took shows and
We are thrilled and can boast of
Having been painted by an artist
Of great renown.
(Cheryl Kitchen is a fantastic young oil painter in the 'Wednesday Morning Art Classes' that I attend)
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