Painted in the Canvas

Just a thought!
Streaming through a sun swept field, Tethered ballerinas dancing in the wind
Waves of iridescent colors blow across a sea of refracted cotton candy.
Never a sweeter breeze, I could wisp it round a cone and taste it's allure.

As a choreographed ballet sways with balance and perfection, sunlight glistens

through silken shawls while a few lace ribbons float around with the wind.

Natures creations in full bloom, petals fluttering up a wind song as the breeze

whistles through bouquets of timeless beauty. Kneeling at the edge rows,

the wind rustles through my long silky hair; I become part of the symphony.

Immersed in this wondrous creation... I am forever, painted in the canvas.


by Barry Anderson


Author's Notes/Comments: 

#1Beauty in a field of flowers

 #2"You're always a part of the picture, sometimes needing a bigger one as you look back."




KindredSpirit's picture

It's good to see this. With

It's good to see this.

With the painting it is really good

I am a big fan

 Just stay away from that damn reaper

a.griffiths57's picture

Painted Canvas:



Beautiful write and lovely content to your poetry.  The poem you have created here has a dreamtime quality about it, very surreal, I enjoyed the poem very much. Each line of your stanza's attracted the reader's attention and I personally was a little spell bound.