Poem -FLOWERS

 FLOWERS

I paint flower if I’m in the mood

I’ll paint anything if it’s good

For my, palette, brush or paints.

It’s always wonderful for me 

  To see, a blank board or canvas.

Turn into living, breathing, beautiful picture.

   A delight to the passing parade.

Johannesburg Sunday morning '93 at the Zoo Lake

      Spring and Summer, Art Exhibition

I set up my easel and a table full of Acrylic paints.

My model a blue Vase, and magnificent variety of Flowers.

I hardly started when a crowd gathered behind me.

   A Press Photographer took a set of shots,

While I got on with shaping the vase and positioning 

   The lovely green leaves, white, red, blue

And purple blooms

Those were the days when I was prepared to battle.

    With the elements  and customers’ demands 

The paint, Seascapes, Landscapes, Still Life and flowers. 

    And anything else, we, fancied at the time.

I’m retired now and don't have to paint

For Rands and Cents, Pounds or  Pence, or 

Even Dollars, or Dimes.

It’s a grand feeling, when you can satisfy 

   Your own Heart’s desire painting

      For the pure, love of Art.

        Flowers any Time.

By Hillie Feldman, November 2003

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Floating Flowers

 I awoke from a dream

so vivid I could smell

the flowers that were floating

in the air in their thousands

covering the sky from horizon 

to horizon.

The famous flower markets of 

Holland could not have coped 

with the masses of blooms 

borne on the winds

from every corner of the earth.

The white of the Chincherinchees

Tulips black, red, pink and gold

Gladioli in pinks, red and white

Roses in every color and multi

coloreds dripping drops of perfume

that teased the nostrils of everyone

everyone, everywhere near this 

heavenly sight.

Hillie Feldman 3rd August 1982

Edited from manuscript by Ronnie Feldman.