Colors Flourishing

With the flick of a brush, 

the lick of light comes out from dusk. 

The colors of bright and day flood, 

with the lapping of a oceans spray.

A stroke and swish,

oh how it has become an artist’s wish!

Canvas’ come and go,

the white of the walls shine in an ever-colorful glow.

The artist’s room from once white,

to blue, to red, to the slightest shades of green.

A placing of orange, a spotting of black,

but what is it the artist lacks?

A flourishing and a lacing, all bore is not one,

for now, it is done. 

Reviews

[Nisreen]

i guess a true artist brings about so much
lifting white from colors
the elusive shadows of objects and elements
evoking beauty in paint

the mystery we see here in your words
questions left unanswered

i must say i am fond of your work

[Spencer Barker]

Thank you, RiverSided! I am glad you are fond of it. :)

[Norman 223]

I could read this as the blank canvas of life being transformed by the input of an individual. As he adds and shapes the colours a new image is created that can be treasured or discarded.
Your poem conjures up so many images with the "flick of a pen", that it is open to a number of subtle interpretations, that made me read it several times......but it was worth it!!.

Norman

[Spencer Barker]

Norman, thank you! It is indeed intended for multiple interpretations and each different for the reader. Glad you enjoyed it!

[devon]

Beautiful imagery! I love with light tone of this piece. I can imagine the delicate strokes of the brush, the thick layers of colors, and the artist crouched over his work, dissatisfied with the image before him. You tell a simple story with great and dynamic method - the mark of a true artist.

It's always a pleasure to read a Spencer Barker poem.

[Spencer Barker]

Devon, thank you very much! You truly are very kind. It is always a joy to see when a reader enjoys your writing, as is the viewer of an artist's work. It is a pleasure to read your writing as well and I hope to see more and more of it! :)