the street artist and the young woman
it was the wrong shade of blue
he kept telling himself
but he kept on with the brush
and the red wine and cigarillo
passersby strolled by like museum goers
some pausing on occasion
to remark about the unfinished piece
you’re a natural beauty he told the young
woman in the yellow summer dress
sitting on a short stool and barely smiling
but there is a problem he went on to say
I am not happy with your eyes
why is that she asked worriedly
quickly rising to her feet
they’re the wrong shade of blue
he began to explain
but as he spoke her shoulders eased
and she smiled and soaked in the
painting for the very first time
oh no she said
you did a wonderful job
they’re beautiful
they’re the wrong shade of blue
he repeated
telling her to take it away
without charge
telling her to get it out of his sight
before doing something regrettable
july two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
Nice poem
thank you very much xo
Those artists- so temperamental ^_^
yes, without a doubt they can be! thank you for commenting on this one.
You are so good, profound, good!
Thank you very much, Lara, I’m thrilled you enjoyed this piece.
I have a feeling she’d better leave… love it
yes, and with the portrait no doubt…thanks
I love the story telling in this John! Kind of sad though. 😦 Perfectionism is hard to control for some! 🙂
Yes indeed, Suzy – some have greater expectations than others.