Yellows, pale pinks, and grassy greens
Running amuck while nature preens
Running amuck while nature preens
All eyes agog, where next the stroke
to basic brown ‘n mellow maroon
poised pink does prettily croon
Awakening alas, a master craftsman
stretching and flexing his moves so tender
lazily blending color into grandeur
Even the wanton yawn does bring
Hues and colors most sublime
The painter’s an artist, perhaps divine
15 comments:
What beauty.
This time of year is so wonderful for seeing the trees in their best blooms.
What a lovely poem. Wonderfully vivid, I could see all the colors blending together.
And the photos were beautiful!
bootiful ..:)
beautiful.... :)
the imagery, the words, the creativity...
yes the pics too... :)
beautiful pics
Seeing similar blossoms across the world has a strange effect. It sort of blurs distance between reader, writer, and photographer.
yup..got busy with work..in other words,was being lazy for a while..:)
Oh those are just lovely... The American spring is so beautiful!!!
Poems new or old
seasons hot or cold
art covers distances
with passion untold.
- Id It Is -
This can be a complementary poem..
I love poetry, you always write such lovely ones. The photos are lovely too.
maybe thats why we all love artists.. there is a certain amount of divinity in them, isnt it? 'Playful Painter'... i loved that :)
I have featured your poem 'Puppy Love' in a new section in my blog titled 'espace poetique' it is basically a window to poetry on the blog. Do take a look. Hope thats fine with you.
this is so awesome!
hey there..how are you
I've always wondered:
When we want to appreciate nature, we say, "Wow, this is so unreal; just like a painting!";
And when we want to compliment a work of art, we utter, "So natural. Almost real!"
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