She was
A perfect instructor
Hands tracing
Lines across
Whisper soft texture
Varying weight
Yielding best results
Dragging conté along
Heavy weight arches
Pristine paper, I drew
Bodies unclothed
Reclining against
Linen folds
My first love, art
Reverently worshipped
Drawing is easy
Learning art history
Was not
Yet she made it
Come alive
Dull dates became
Bright flashes and
Deep meaning
Twenty years later
We all still talk
About her vivacity
Her glorious style
Fearless countenance
Leading so many of us
To our careers
In the arts
I had the privilege of
Taking her portrait
Tables turned
Now the master
She was my student
We both graduated
Today she is called
To the bar
A ceremony I revel in
Camera in hand
A witness to her evolution
I cannot be prouder
As always, she leads
Avant-garde of growth
No matter how many
Years have tallied
Her beauty, elegance
Swirls around
Us mere mortals
Sketching her
With my gaze
Breathing deep
Smile wide
I know she is
Still teaching me
Important lessons
Long after
Class was over
About the Creator
Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.
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Comments (8)
Alright! Congratulations! Well deserved. 🌹✌️
It's a good day when some of my most favourite writers all.get top stories together. Congrats lass
Congratulations on Top Story for this awesome poem.
Back to say congratulations on your Top Story! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Congratulations on top story that reflects a top teacher and top learner Your words capture art and art history
Oh, this reminds me of my professors whom I’m still learning from. Love it.
Oh wow, congratulations to her! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Marie. There is just something about your writing that gets me every single time. This is no exception to the general rule, that well...you rule. What a stunning, lovely, sensual, intimate tribute! Well done.