A brush stroke
Across an empty canvas
Imprints impressionable minds
Like finely grooved plaster
In a master ceiling design
Face up to the sky
Carving pictures from clouds
Under summer’s breeze
Her sweet whisper, a gentle reminder
We’re often looking up and ahead instead of in front
Will you hear my whispers like the breeze
Or will I pass you as quickly as those clouds?
Will you feel my plaster fall—
As you brush stroke over me?
Am I unrequited, like the echoes
Of a fallen tree in an empty forest
Or ‘egg-white’ contrasting ‘off-white’
On a canvas only the blind appreciate
A contest entry
- Write to me about hearts. by Simp.
500 points, ended April 26, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
would you pickup momentum if i reached out like this
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"Am I unrequited, like the echoes
Of a fallen tree in an empty forest
Or ‘egg-white’ contrasting ‘off-white’
On a canvas only the blind appreciate"
Time away has not erased your talent little sister. You have the flavor to savor in waves of reality. This is superb! I love the in-line rhymes and the resonance as these words slips from the voice box and off the tongue. The title is absolutely befitting!
All My Love Always ♥
Renee
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A brush stroke
Across an empty canvas
Imprints impressionable minds
Like finely grooved plaster
In a master ceiling design
this first stanza was my favorite...it really sets the tone for all that follows...great job here...thank you for sharing your talent...peace an dlight always in ALL ways...kp
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It paints a lovely picture. While reading this, I could just imagine all of this.
I enjoy the word usage, Not thrown together, thought out before written. I tend to freewrite without thinking too hard. I choose the words I can think of. -
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thank you
much appreciated feedback. ive been away for so long i wondered if i'd lost my touch. i tend to come back, post a new poem and THEN find a contest. but only after i realize it could be better in an original posting. i must stop the urge to click and post before browsing
thanks again
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Thanks for joining my second contest.
I enjoyed the picture you create
These are the lines I enjoy.
"A brush stroke
Across an empty canvas"
"Am I unrequited, like the echoes
Of a fallen tree in an empty forest
Or ‘egg-white’ contrasting ‘off-white’
On a canvas only the blind appreciate -
this was a creative and interesting poem you have here. I think I like the thoughts the last line envokes. thanks for sharing this with us
huggles
Lena
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