The Painting
The morning sun
Reaches out
And gently touches
The turquoise waters of the lake.
Tiny wavelets
Lap softly
And a lone bird struts
Stiff-legged at the water’s edge.
Distant mountains,
Coloured blue,
March in single file
To fade from sight on the horizon.
A still-life picture,
Drawn with care,
Painted in finest detail
By the Artist’s loving hand.
©DGA 01 August 2011 20:46
Adeeyoyo's Blog 
03/08/2011 at 6:21 am
What a lovely picture!
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03/08/2011 at 6:25 am
Thanks so much, Cindy 🙂
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03/08/2011 at 8:37 am
Paintings can give us so much pleasure…
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03/08/2011 at 9:48 am
Yes, Kate, you can even feel part of the scene.
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03/08/2011 at 9:55 am
Just beautiful Denise. As smooth as the flow of brush on the canvas.
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03/08/2011 at 9:59 am
Thank you, Sunamu, for those lovely words!
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03/08/2011 at 1:36 pm
smiles. lovely…and you can see the makers mark on each if you look close enough…
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03/08/2011 at 1:53 pm
Thanks so much, Brian.
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03/08/2011 at 4:54 pm
Beautiful, Denise!
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03/08/2011 at 5:43 pm
Thanks, Nancy. 😀
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03/08/2011 at 8:18 pm
You may appreciate my post 5/19/11 with this exact same theme.
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04/08/2011 at 5:27 am
Hahaha, yes, I had forgotten that one, Carl! One of your best… 😀
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03/08/2011 at 10:21 pm
Denise, a great feeling of peace about this poem.
I loved it.
Hope the brace has appeared and works OK
John
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04/08/2011 at 5:30 am
Thanks, John.
Yes it has, indeed. Unfortunately it is more uncomfortable than I had anticipated, but I am hoping that the physiotherapist will be able to adjust it today…
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04/08/2011 at 1:07 am
I see it – those beautiful mountains loom large and majestic
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04/08/2011 at 5:32 am
It is wonderful, Bb, and the reflection of the mountains in the lake.. 😉
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04/08/2011 at 2:49 am
Great poem adeeyoyo – descriptive and love the image of the moutains marching into the distance – like the idea of the real world as a painting by God 🙂
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04/08/2011 at 5:35 am
This is why I don’t understand how anyone can deny His existence, Gabrielle. 😀
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04/08/2011 at 7:43 am
Beautiful piece, yet again. You have a wonderful talent 🙂
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04/08/2011 at 8:09 am
Thank you so much Classic. I appreciate your visit. 😀
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04/08/2011 at 12:19 pm
you do pretty good with this whole poetry thing.
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04/08/2011 at 2:49 pm
I’m still learning Otin, but thanks. Just write what I feel really… not ‘proper’ poetry. I don’t really know about types of poetry and stuff!
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05/08/2011 at 8:11 am
art within art 🙂
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05/08/2011 at 8:43 am
Clever, and so nice of you! 😀
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06/08/2011 at 6:34 pm
the poem have described the intimate details of nature in which the artist has brought on the canvas, this poem is a double treat-visual and literary. a perfect feat!
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06/08/2011 at 6:46 pm
Thank you so much Hames. 😀
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07/08/2011 at 9:36 am
This is written in finest detail by the artist’s loving hand. Gorgeous. I really like the stiff-legged bird.
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07/08/2011 at 10:06 am
So did I, Selma 😀
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