Canvas of A Woman
Painted By Mother
Accented By the One
Titled Dad
Colors Homogenize
Pastel-esque
To the Touch
Nonetheless Combusting…
Coating the Exterior Frame
Vibrantly and Fluently…
Internal Emotions
Reveal Themselves
Sketched As the Docile
Ocular Region
Which Never Dares To Lie…
Sculpted Hair Flows as Desired…
…An Expression of
Artistic Individually…
Backdrop…
Clouds Slightly Parted
As She Continues To Descend From Heaven
Gliding Effortlessly,
Tiptoeing on the Wind’s Staircase
Thighs Are Outlined…
Curves Cannot Be Traced
Nor Duplicated…
…Size
Unique,
Left Up To
Artist’s Discretion…
Examine Her…
Notice the Tenderness
Of Her Pose
How Delicately Her Hands
Are Positioned Upon Her Hips
Note…
How She Moves
As Light Angles and Curves
Around Her Figure
Embrace…
The Attitude That Temporarily
Protrudes…
…Illusion…
Through the Many
Fibers of the Canvas
Always Underlies
A Deeper Meaning
Slightly Flawed…
However
The Canvas of A Woman
Is Still
A Masterpiece…
© 2009 Brandon Alexander McCoy
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