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?
Dear Sylvia, such a magnificent write.........10+++++++++++++
Thank you so much, dear Bernard. For the special 10 too. GBU in Abundance.
Bright sun goes hiding behind a lilac veil and automatic pilot captures this picture. Natural beauty always motivates mind. Everywhere we feel peace given by nature. An outstanding perceptional poem is well penned....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Morning symphony has given great reflection. Sylvia, truly a scene of morning appears before me. Have painted the cover picture? This is very pleasing.