[Author's Home Page]   [About the Author]    [News Page]     Welcome:    ---    LOGIN
 WANDERLINO ARRUDA      248943 Poems Read


A PAINTER'S WORK


        Wanderlino Arruda


The color of the sky is which I choose first,
and it doesn't need to be blue.
It can be white, yellow,
rose-red, with a touch of moss-green
in dreams of emeralds.
Skies also can be gray,
that is the ungrateful color.

Seen up close,
seen off far,
waves tone on tone
in afternoons of the southern wind.
Colors are movements
in soft shades of light.
What is underneath the sky,
in the touch of the hour
and my disposition,
there can be seas, there can be rivers,
with boat or without boat,
or a trail in a glade.

What can't be missing are mountains,
because they give us distance,
as Minas Gerais is from the sea.

The landscape is made of rocks,
roads, curves, perspective,
light-dark, composition.
What gives joy to the painter's brush
more than the colors,
more than the rhythm,
is the pleasure of creation.
To paint the beauties of life:
the painter's work is to paint.

http://www.wanderlinoa.hpg.ig.com.br/
http://www.wanderarruda.hpg.ig.com.br/

  Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades  




Vote for this poem

Please Comment On This Poem

Comments

 Email Address

 

Vote for this poem



Sign Guestbook Read Guestbook

flower4

flower4

flower4
  [ Poetrypoem.com ]   [ Privacy Statement ]   [Terms of Use ]    [ Start a Free Site ]   [ My Poetry List ]
     ©2000 - 2019 ---------- Individual Authors of the Poetry.   All rights reserved by authors. 
imari     ladydp2000      poet3238      diggerd      kosherviking  View All Poets
Newest Item: climate change
Roots are deep and branches blow in the breeze, with ease ---- they accept a ... More
Added: 2019-07-12  My Poetry List  PoetryPoem.com      Get a Free Site       Blogs     Stories     Premium Sites