Paint Me A Portrait Poem by Val Brooklyn Rogers

Paint Me A Portrait



Paint me a portrait.
Read it aloud.
Don't forget my dimpled smile.
Suspend it above the fire place.

Paint me a portrait with inclusions of
My INDIGO GARDEN INDIGO ROSES to the left
And right of me.
Captivated by the strange nature of it all?

Come here so that I whisper in your ear.
'We shall never know more.'
Which I do so adore.
Make sure you capture my lion hearted
Personality.

Here at the piano with surreal music and
Silent delight. I whistle the tune.
Use earthly colors with reminiscing
Renaissance attributes and ancient
Attitudes.

Yes, oranges Dusty browns, earthly tones.
Remember blues. My charm.
Paint me more famous than the MONA LISA.
WE INDULGE with fascination, and some
Respite.
.
It shall be haunting with wandering
Eyes. Be sure to Gather your easel
And brushes.
I want it done before the day.

You may begin TOMORROW.
Use oil paints of course.
And much blue for the garden.
And dark blue too.

A great painter. She paints the night full of day.
She paints the day gay and lucid.
Hardly gloomy.
When she's satisfied with what she's done she
Does the unthinkable, tracing every star to
A person FORGOTTEN.
And she paints the night again with
Unregrettable eloquence and furious fever.

Sunday, February 14, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: blue,day,star
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I admit I don't know much about paintings. But this poem stayed in my book for 2 years before I included it here.
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