What can I paint, what's in my mind,
I've joined this Club to fathom out Art.
Creating my own Masterpiece,
a vision that comes straight from the heart.
I‘ve loads of tubes with colours filled,
and brushes that can produce the style,
A canvas large enough to start,
to achieve the Mona Lisa's smile.
Sketching an outline could be great,
if some inspiration I expel.
I'll sit and contemplate a while,
something might suddenly ring a bell.
Others seem to be doing well,
they are all intent on mixing shades,
With fine honed skills their brushstrokes sweep,
and my pint-sized confidence just fades.
At coffee break I sauntered forth,
around the room to procure a peek,
At what others with clear aplomb,
had created with their own technique.
Oh goodness me! They've done real good,
and far, far better than I can do.
Hope their genius might just fly off,
and land on me, by sticking like glue.
To have a go is worth a try.
and although my Art may not fame bring.
Along may come my Masterpiece,
that then would be so self-fulfilling.
© Ernestine Northover
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thinking of monalisa smile and try to make it hmm always hard to mimic but sure you can make another big style of your own, just stroke the paint with personal colors, smile on your face and push it into the picture, your glowing mind, face and feeling will transfer your energy into your drawing and it will make you a surprise, a style of you with the beautiful painting..keep it up for nice writing and nice painting! _Unwritten Soul