The Painter
I.
Thin line betwixt turquoise sea; cyan sky
To naked eyes, just barely visible
In the horizon, sea meets heaven high
From his vantage, they appear miscible
Big blue canvas; silv’ry clouds, crested waves
Azure hills, white sea foam, incredible!
Awe-inspiring, sublime; the painter raves
As his eyes absorb the striking seascape
Chance to paint the scene on canvas, he craves
Images and colours start to take shape
Do justice to view before him, he must
Make sure little details will not escape
Capture features his eyes to hand entrust
Ever slowly, perfection can’t be rushed!
II.
But nature’s beauty’s never permanent
Emergent upheavals he can’t capture
Untoward events unfold every moment!
Behind him Nimbus lurks like a vulture
There to wreak havoc on the perfect scene
Depriving the world of royal vesture!
The wind howls, swaying boughs of evergreen
Thunderous drum rolls, then bolts of lightning
Darkness comes as morning loses its sheen
Final touches he’s done to his painting
Content, frame and easel he puts away
Perfect scene he thought, still he felt wanting
Nature’s beauty, his picture does convey
Its pernicious force soonest on display!
© Vic A Evora 03-20-2019
The picture used above is one I took last year when we visited the town of Baler on the Pacific Ocean is eastern Philippines. One of the most beautiful beaches I have seen. A couple of hours after I took this picture a freak thunderstorm rolled in and ruined our day at the beach,
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