The Painting Poem by Fab Ricciardi

Hung against a once bare wall,
Admiring the masterpiece
Standing before me,
I picture its creator
Waving his magic wand,
His multicolored brush,
Paint speckles
Dripping onto the easel stand,
Adding character and style
To that once blank canvas.

Colors in the artwork
Describing the moods in his life,
Grey mountains, perhaps
The many he climbed,
Seas of blue, perhaps
The many he swam in,
Boats with white sails
Venturing like the unknown
Destinations of his past travels,
Green grass of once
Prosperous pastures,
And the background of
A breathtaking orangey-red sunset
Reminding him of the
Many past loves of his life.

Now glass encased
Within a golden frame,
The bottom right
He signed his name,
Dutiful confirmation
Of a labour of love.
The painting is complete,
What a life it must’ve been!