Symphony This Morning.... Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

Wow, an aquarelle sky, baby
the bright sun goes hiding behind a lilac veil
I ain´t walking, nor ain´t I paintin´, ´m soaring
the automatic pilot gets in

see my jet goes through crimson red
accidentally crashed with dark sea blue
my mind starts painting in words
creating the soft and tender colours

that makes no enmity nor wars
enthusiasm and professionalism
goes hand in hand
throughout the artistic poetic land

they are still lilac blue through and through
all pastels are still visible
no evoking, not at all, see that´s poetry
it´son the spot true legible

in fact, are you looking for readings?
painting optimally the linen canvas
from life high above the earth
here we see how the colours change rapidly

upon earth, these same scene looks slowly
like the turtle´s crawling forward
and the snail looks for food
it does not find any since it is too slow,
in miniature so much sorrow....


Aquarelle painting and photography by Sylvia Frances Chan. The small wood behind our house painted in aquarelle during early Spring.

Sylvia Frances Chan

AD.23 Oct 2018 -
@8.29 hrs A.M.
early morning now, very cold
but shall this day bring some sunny rays?