On-the-spot Painting:
A Misty Morning in a Garden
"... where pure and polluted air meet,
a garden in a concrete jungle reigns,
where nature's trail ends in a street."
Dr Abe V Rotor
Morning at the UST Botanical Garden
It is misty, it is foggy, here in the garden,
or it must be smog in the city air;
and the early rays pierce through like spears,
yet this is the best place for a lair.
But the artist must be provoked, challenged;
for peace can't make a masterpiece;
only a troubled soul do rise where others fall,
where ease and good life often miss.
This lair is where the action is, the battlefield,
where pure and polluted air meet,
where a garden in a concrete jungle reigns,
where nature's trail ends in a street.
Art, where is art, when the message is unclear,
colors, colors, what color is blind faith?
what color is rage, what color is change?
colors be humble - black is your fate. ~
NOTE: I invite our music enthusiasts to compose a song out of this poem as lyrics - something romantic and hopeful, imparting a message of love and reverence to nature, and therefore to the Creator. The first stanza may be adapted as Refrain.
Lesson on former Paaralang Bayan sa Himpapawid (People's School-on-Air) Ka Abe Rotor with Ms Melly C Tenorio
738 DZRB AM Band, 8 to 9 Evening Class, Monday to Friday
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