I’ve been thinking of my mother a lot lately, she passed away in April of this year.
She had written a children’s book and I illustrated it. She did get to see a rough copy
of it before she left us, which I was happy about.
I thought I’d post another of her poems;
The Impoverished Landscape Painter Reflects on His Art
I tend to fall in love with my mistakes.
I frame them carefully and hang them on the wall,
admiring all their infelicities.
What beauty I find in the accidental fall
of viridian on a field of yellow wheat,
the colors flowing on the sky by chance.
And in the background I discover flowers, trees,
a waterfall, and dancing elephants.
I delight in the unforeseen, the happenstance,
the incongruities of things! And most of all
I am enthralled by the yellow clouds, the soft green sky,
and the wonderful way the elephants prance.
by Carla Chlouber