My art
by 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.
Your art is poetry in color and light and texture – i love this poem, JoEllen – especially the last 4 lines!