Thursday, May 19, 2016

La belle*

Just before the routine,
A dance perhaps,
You perhaps stood there,
As if a grand poster,
Of painted scape
To Art, so eternalised,

As art always do,
Everything that comes to view,
Putting into paints
Or sculpture,
Or words,

How you , la belle,
There You evoke,
A sense of BEAUTY
Drenched by the light
Of creative frenzy,

Like a daisy,
Just Borne
By the ethereal muse,

How You
Keep art alive,
And me,
So Bemused.

(*Note: upon a painting, loosely based, as attached, courtesy: Pintores famosos, Mago de Oz, titled : "Hermosas")

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