Purple Clover In Canvass! Poem by Gil Gregorio

My mind was blank at the wall by chance
where a hanging canvass caught my glance;
I listened to little whispers in my ears
as this drawn canvass made a stance.
I stood up as my eyes pin a purple clover
wondering behind the painter's mind;
I cleaved to my glass as I stood by
to a wonderful thought a painter's try!
As others wondered with their whims aroused,
I went near the canvass share it out loud.
As they tried say something close as near
to a closer heart faraway but dear!
How lonely would it be as it hang
to a loner's mind it seems a long song;
Neither would it be a clover or of short,
it clings to my wandering mind's report.
Oh friend and lovely daughter faraway
retained an everlasting chill a heart stay;
it wouldn't be close or near at home
layed by own the orchid's inspiration!