Saturday, April 20, 2013
The Rower's Palette
The Rower's Palette
It was as though I was
watching a painter
work his canvas
with bold strokes
of light and shadow.
A single rower,
then another,
and another
shot out from under
the bridge,
Their oars trailing shadow
and light, shadow, manuve,
shadow, deep purple,
the orange-red of the setting
sun mixing shadow with fire.
The canvas of the river broke
into a kaleidoscope
of millions of blazing chips,
for an instant held,
then drained all color to gray.
Philip Kuepper
(19 March, 2013)
It was as though I was
watching a painter
work his canvas
with bold strokes
of light and shadow.
A single rower,
then another,
and another
shot out from under
the bridge,
Their oars trailing shadow
and light, shadow, manuve,
shadow, deep purple,
the orange-red of the setting
sun mixing shadow with fire.
The canvas of the river broke
into a kaleidoscope
of millions of blazing chips,
for an instant held,
then drained all color to gray.
Philip Kuepper
(19 March, 2013)
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I love your poetry. Thank you.
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