Figurative Poem
FALL IN ARTS (Figurative) You are the beauty of my art, My canvass and my paint. Like a Promethean pioneer full of art form advances, And the hue that gives life to my artwork. Sat on a shingle beach, Watching the huge orb of fiery ball set on horizon, I limned the scene like a pro Behold, I fell in love with the silhouette of the man Unexpectedly, you stoop up, And cry out her name full of agony and despair. My heart shatters into pieces, Like a shore waiting the waves to stay. Words and artwork : ME