I can rough-draft draw.
Sketch the outline. Set the
Proportions. But I have little
Paitence for details.

And--for the most part--it never
Bothers me; my talents are elsewhere.

Ah, but on a morning like this, after
A night like that...

As you lay in my rose-garden
Bed, the golden-pink dawn
Kissing your sweet, sleeping flesh...

I hold my pen against a blank
Page, watch you sleep, and
Pray for a bit of
Monet, mixed with
O'keefe.

SEAC

I've read lots of your stuff now, and don't often comment. It's not because I don't like it, because mostly I do. In fact, this one I really loved... set me off on a little mood trip.

just wanted to say thanks.

Anon, thank you for your imput, and thank you for your "thanks." I've noticed that you don't comment much, and that's why I'm grateful when you do, because you seem to be a sensitve, intelligent person, who gives thoughtflu observations. So thank you again, and I'm glad I could help you pack your bags for your "little mood trip."

seac

There are both writers and artists (oils, pastels, watercolors) in my family, and we all drool over the ability of the other to capture a moment - this poem is something I'll enjoy sharing with them...I have enjoyed reading your poetry. Christy

Somehow, I missed this. Worth a bump for sure. This piece paints the loveliest portrait.