Poem: Still Life

 

 

StillLife

Still Life

by June Nash

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Four apples sitting by a pear

Draped in light that they seem to wear

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With dabs and strokes they come alive

As into painting tubes I dive

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Palette lined with colors ready

Grasping brushes with hands steady

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Brushing gently in varied hues

Seeking secrets from hidden clues

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Getting hungry, but not quite done

Just bitty bite from back, just one

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Nobody will see, none will know

In finished painting it won’t show

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A bite I took, then two, then three

Could not stop apple munching spree

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Three apples sitting by a pear

Draped in light that they seem to wear…

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 I’m taking an oil painting class.  I never used oil paints before.  Instead of doing things my normal way, blundering through the process all trials and error, I decided to let someone  guide me.  Point out the tricks of the trade.  

I’m glad I took the class.  I am having so much fun.  I’ve decided I love oil painting!

This painting is actually not done yet.  I still have some finishing touches to apply.  I better hurry, or it will be Two Apples and a Pear.