Poem 101 Poem by Izobelle Pulgo

If a thousand words a picture could paint
If I am but a painter nor an earthly saint
I would have made a picture of beauty, hail
Of nature and man's perfection which my words might fail.

Greens and shadows against an untainted blue
Blend together in perfect hue
And little people down below
Living so unaware of such a striking view.

An amber wall stood out amidst the jades
Playful shadows it cast upon its windowshades
So with it all, a beauty like no other
Of nature and wisdom, living together.

Unfortunate it seems (that beauty) , daily forgotten
By people and little people, passing by so often
Burdened by books, heavily laden
Minds so bright, yet where will it all end?

I see beauty but I feel cold
Of what this illusion might behold
For all the things it seems
It seems not what I had seen in my dreams.

For this is but an edifice
In a picture-perfect place
A place for the learned and wise
But still, a place to stumble thrice.

And so if a picture I could paint
Perhaps (I'd rather) a thousand-word is better spent
For beauty might fade in color and in sight
Yet words will remain words, day or night.