April Poetry | My art

My art

— JoEllen Moldoff —

fell in love with crayons,
then pencils, then pen and ink.

It printed letters in straight-back chairs
and colored flowers inside the lines.

One morning it began to float in the wind,
on papers bathed in rainwater,
then parched in sunlight.

It grew blue and greens,
learned how to swim.

My art began to dream
in orange, turquoise, vermillion.

It journeyed to Mexico where houses
were fruit—mango, papaya, limón.

There my art fell in love
with the lucent morning

and painted the stars,
invisible in daylight.

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April Poetry | My art — 2 Comments

  1. Hi Jo Ellen,

    I like this poem, it’s delightful from a unique point of view.

    Thanks so much!
    Jean

  2. This IS your art, JoEllen – your paintings are poetry in full-color Life! Beautifully said; one informs the other in your case. I love your art and your poetry.