Sold for fourty dollars!
her impressionist painting
of trellised, willow wisteria.
Sold on the first frost, fall day,
for fourty dollars, surreal
springs blossums of violet-blue,
I jump out of my chair,
"Oh my gosh, Suzanne!
Oh my gosh, congratulations!"
"I am full fledged" she says,
"my first sold painting.
I am an artist."
I forget who I am.
She smiles through the phone.
We've discussed her painting before,
bipolar born out of a five months
"I wanted $100, but let it go
for fourty." she muses.
"Well, you can sell the next
painting for $100!" I see
the money in her hand,
hear, sold for $100!
sense abundance there all along.
"Are you working next Tuesday?"
"You bet I am." I sit back in my chair,
realizing I was standing, applauding,
suddenly remembering who I am.
Welcome to Four Lines! I have a goal I would like to write at least four lines of poetry or a haiku every day for the rest of my life. I'm excited about this challenge! Also, along with my daily poem, I will be reading at least four lines of another author's poetry. I'll try to include that here also. So I'm thinking - how difficult can it be to read and then write one poem a day? We will see! - Claudia
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