While on my holiday in September I came across an artist in the hotel I was staying at that worked painting portraits of people, this poem pays homage to his skills.
Hotel Artist
He works beneath the alcove
The artist with his paints
Tracing out a portrait
From a photo that he takes
He lays upon the canvas
More life than he can see
While putting depth between each stroke
That captures you and me
He works without a moment
To simply look around
As he puts layer upon layer
Indifferent to the sounds
If you ask a question
He’ll beam to you a smile
Returning to his task
With just a little sigh
For his life is on that canvas
Despite the world around
The artist in the alcove
Within the hotel grounds
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