Comes the azure
And the lavender
With a twilight calm
While Gaudi
My new friend
Beckons me
From near
And afar
And the lavender
With a twilight calm
While Gaudi
My new friend
Beckons me
From near
And afar
Tag: beauty
Beautiful Blur
Sometimes
It’s a blur
All of it
As if through a window
Stained by fog and rain
It’s a blur
All of it
As if through a window
Stained by fog and rain
A beautiful blur
For which clarity
Is not always
An improvement
Haze ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #179
Through the haze
Of day I peer
Of day I peer
Now what is near
Seems quite clear
But far from here
Is more obscure
Detail lost
Colour sallowed
Though sun breaks through
Its presence mellowed
Yet, still
Rise
I see the beauty
It’s not so very far
And a road which leads
From shadow to the light
From the broken lands
To where snow-capped pinnacles
It’s not so very far
And a road which leads
From shadow to the light
From the broken lands
To where snow-capped pinnacles
Rise
Though I see
Not so very far ahead
I take the road
Into the valley maze
And trust myself
To find the way
Colour ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #175
These moments of some small artistry
Grasped upon and toyed with oh so playfully
A passing thought
Become a pleasing naught
For there is no deeper meaning here
Just some pretty colours challenging the black
Amid the balanced forms I’ve caught
Grasped upon and toyed with oh so playfully
A passing thought
Become a pleasing naught
For there is no deeper meaning here
Just some pretty colours challenging the black
Amid the balanced forms I’ve caught
An Ode to The Seven
I see The Seven
In the land
The textures
The gestures
The shapes and lines
In the land
The textures
The gestures
The shapes and lines
And the colours
Oh the colours
Ever vibrant
Even this brown earth
They painted
With expansiveness
Let the grandiose
Dominate the brush
Then I
So happy
For just a hint of them
Through the glass
Held in my hand
Pitter Patter
Pitter patter
Falls the rain
And the leaves
Falls the rain
And the leaves
Splish splash
Boat at anchor
On the sea
Roly poly
Float the logs
Storms set free
The Susurrus of Grey
On a day I wondered
If the rain might never end
If the rain might never end
The clouds did not break
The sun did not shine
So I sat with the rain
Found the beauty in the greys
With the susurrus of droplets
Falling on the gentle sea
In the peace I found there
The spark of a mirthful hope
Perhaps it would be better
If the rain did never end
Time and Beauty
Burnished
Pitted
Patinaed
Pitted
Patinaed
Oh
The many beauties
Of ageing
To View or be Present
In the sky
A convulsion of light
While below
The Bow
Winds its way
Down the valley floor
With the forest
Standing sentry
A convulsion of light
While below
The Bow
Winds its way
Down the valley floor
With the forest
Standing sentry
And I
Delight in the roar
Of rushing water
Coursing over stone
For a moment
At least
As content
To view the scene
As to be in it
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