An Artist’s Eye

bucket of dried roses

Photo Courtsey: Neil E. Das

Withered away

With time and silence

Into the shadows

Beauty that once was.

Still stands in pride

Gone, color and form.

Speaks to us

Beauty that once was.

Bloomed to glory

Radiant and flowery.

Smiled and dried

Beauty that once was.

Look in the shadows

Hear them speak

O plebian! Notice the

Beauty that once was.

Lost none.

Transformed it did.

Into a beauty

That it now is.

So works

An artist’s eye.

In the shadows it sees

Beauty that now is.


This piece of poetry was inspired by the above photograph clicked by Neil E. Das.Just a few hours before I hit upon this picture, I came across a painting by Carol King. I thought to myself, that I have never seen amess on the road could turn out to be beautiful; and that I believe is the beauty of An Artists Eye. Constantly, and unconsciously searching for the beauty in the mess that surrounds us; in the shadows. Thus came to mind, this piece of poetry, rather undone and unpolished. But I thought it best, to present it as fresh as it came to my mind. Thank you, and let me know what you think!

Keep up the good work Neil and Carol. πŸ™‚


18 thoughts on “An Artist’s Eye

    • Neil! Thank you again for the inspiration! I’m glad you found the lines good! I hope you do ping this post to your photograph! Thank you a lot again!

    • Glad you enjoyed it Shanellis! Though I wouldn’t agree on the last sentence. five five, wud be the height of awesomeness. πŸ˜‰

  1. What age reveals when it strips off the assumptions. . . good job capturing that. How the shadows can still reveal the beauty, if only we look. Nice.

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