SPLATTER ON A HILLSIDEA Poem by Betty Hermeleeart, music, ParisHigh upon a steep hillside in the Montmartre corner of Paris artists wield their master strokes feverish gyrations of pencils, charcoal, brushes quick to sketch or paint whoever will pay eyes flutter from face to pad to capture a true mood within frenzied minutes a distinct caricature evolves In another corner of Montmartre sounds of jazz, the beat a man, shelters from chaos performs with rapid fingers on his clarinet in his disguise: a dark red beret, sunglasses, blue shirt music populates a small square and a tree shaded park metal cup by his side, listeners toss coins Masterful trends echo in distant places artists of all trades congregate like a firework expose colors fly, whip, splatter music hops, skips, flows but when dusk closes in they pack up for the night
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StatsAuthorBetty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..Writing
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