Painting sunset
brushstrokes that ever fail
to bring life through fingertips;
but there is no despair.
For never have I rendered air
to feel breath, or
cricket sounds to ease and comfort,
nor delicate hues as horizons briefly linger;
no,
I open my eyes to savor and drink in
such precious moments of beauty
then paint
what becomes..
something else.
A contest entry
- PIF Quickie - JPG & Phrase by Namita.
300 points, ended September 13, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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BEautiful imagery,as you do, that gently flows like a slow rolling river. Lovely pic also!
blessings,
Michelle
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Wonderful~ This is a beaitoful poem, thanxx much for entering this creative beauty...
Candy
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What a beautiful picture of the sun setting and I know each word you speak is truth about nature, in all of its glory will leave us in awe....excellent write dear talented poet..............novy
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