I suppose this poem is really special because it won me first place in a creative writing competition and a nice bit of cash too!
AN ARTIST NEAR AN OCEAN
He unveils the creamy-white flesh,
It blooms behind his eyes
like an Iceberg Rose.
His best friend and lover,
Gently resting between his fingers,
Ready to drench the delicate flower.
This brown-haired love
mixes the colours of his emotions,
Light and dark, bitter and sweet.
She tastes the swell of his passion,
A silent hiss while she soaks a new canvas,
Coating majestic white horses in shades of blue.
Cobalt Blue, for thoughts lost in the ocean’s gaze;
Viridian, for tears released from the sky;
Cerulean, for the tide one cannot control.
He is no longer a struggling artist
when he turns to paint
the blue moving-garden of love.
He is no longer a troubled artist,
But an artist who is free,
As free as the ocean.
His wounds are healed with every stroke,
Waves are crashing, his soul is calm;
The painting is complete.
The artist will no longer despair,
Leaving behind an oil sea of Summer Nights,
With a salty scent in his hair.