Natural Artistry Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

Natural artistry

The onion domes against the sky
by morning light blush rosily.
Before the sun has risen high.
Resplendent in his majesty.

He paints the domes with gleaming gold.
Without finesse but lavishly.
His whole approach is overbold.
I prefer delicacy..

The pastel shades that I could see
before the blazing sun applied
his crude form of artistry
and hid the beauty from my eyes.

With coats of gold he misapplied,
that he believes mistakenly.
Will be pleasing to the eyes
of the vast majority.

Who only value opulence.
I could be wrong he may be right.
But I prefer the evidence
which is provided by my eyes.

Te golden glow the sun supplies
to onion domes is transient.
Although pleasing to most men’s eyes,
an artists eyes are different.

I keep my vigil faithfully
though I confess impatiently.
Tomorrow morning I shall see.
The onion domes bathed in beauty.

Before the sun can brutalise
with crass insensitivity.
The pastel colours dawn applies
to onion domes against the skies.

Thursday,27 May 2010 http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers