My mind was blank at the wall by chance <br />where a hanging canvass caught my glance; <br />I listened to little whispers in my ears <br />as this drawn canvass made a stance. <br />I stood up as my eyes pin a purple clover <br />wondering behind the painter's mind; <br />I cleaved to my glass as I stood by <br />to a wonderful thought a painter's try! <br />As others wondered with their whims aroused, <br />I went near the canvass share it out loud. <br />As they tried say something close as near <br />to a closer heart faraway but dear! <br />How lonely would it be as it hang <br />to a loner's mind it seems a long song; <br />Neither would it be a clover or of short, <br />it clings to my wandering mind's report. <br />Oh friend and lovely daughter faraway <br />retained an everlasting chill a heart stay; <br />it wouldn't be close or near at home <br />layed by own the orchid's inspiration!<br /><br />Gil Gregorio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/purple-clover-in-canvass/
