‘Leonardo the Great’ was a painter sublime, Never rushing to brush while to-do-lists claimed time; As commissions part-done, lay about, gathered dust, His attention distracted (to patrons' disgust). For he was a man prone to seeking precision, With theories to ponder, sfumato revision, Study of waterways, left-handed cross-hatches, Theatrics and pageants, new questions in batches. He didn’t seek fortune or crave publication, As knowledge alone was enough motivation; And having determined the limits of motion, He’d turn to invention, dissect for emotion. Resplendent in cloak of rose color, silk wrapping, He wandered the marshes in search of birds flapping; Recording the upbeats, the downbeats, concisely, Consigning to species their flight means precisely. Some say that his penchant for leaving unfinished Detracted from output, and somehow diminished The breadth of his canvas, extent of his vision - A life spent in judgement, slow reaching decision. But each new diversion, like swirls in a millpond, Let thoughts intermingle before flowing beyond; And layer by layer, through softness of scumble He led us to lightness of Lisa’s smile humble. David Watt is a writer from Canberra, the “Bush Capital” of Australia. He is Winner of the 2018 Friends of Falun Gong Poetry Competition. He has contributed regularly to Collections of Poetry and Prose by Robin Barratt. When not working for IP (Intellectual Property) Australia, he finds time to appreciate the intrinsic beauty of traditional rhyming poetry.