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Beneath winter's snow moon
seeking color to brighten the mood
pigments of you and I run together
brushing starlight into a darken sky
my dreams alive in vibrant hues
layers of blues, sing in the night
searching for undiluted words
bold with meaning, breathing life
fiery passion into sleeping dragonflies
awakening to the scent of violets
connecting heaven and earth
spring blooms feather out upon
the canvas of my mind
let me paint you a picture story
in an endless sky, about a love that
will never die...
And a beautiful picture story it is, my friend.......so lovely, the scent of violets, the memory of love, dreams and starlight. I love it.
ReplyDeleteSure painted a picture with your words as the sky burns bright
ReplyDeleteIn this poem I sense spring on the horizon. I like the iea of the spring blooms feathering out. And an endless sky is a beautiful, beautiful image.
ReplyDeleteYou painted a rainbow with your words!
ReplyDeleteBursting with color and scent - a lovely sensory, sensual piece of writing.
ReplyDeleteOh this is delicious.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by my dumie Sunday today
Much 🌻love
Beautiful, Truedessa! The first two lines reminded me of when I lived in Newfoundland, so long ago. In the winter the only colors were white, black, and grey: Grey skies, black spruce, white snow. At that time everyone in our outport painted their houses in vivid combinations of color to relieve the dreary winter landscapes ~ not that they weren't beautiful in their own way, but because the winter seemed to go on forever. I so loved violets in the springtime in Nova Scotia. They don't grow here. :( Have a great week!
ReplyDeleteHi Truedessa - lovely words coming together for us to see the story ... gorgeous - about a love that will never die ... where pigments of you and I run together ... quite wonderful - cheers Hilary
ReplyDeleteYou’ve painted a cool winter story in shades of blue, Truedessa, which reflected in the frost I woke up to this morning. I love the lines:
ReplyDelete‘pigments of you and I run together’
and
‘searching for undiluted words
bold with meaning’.
, breathing life
Thank you for the scent of violets!
what a colourful canvas you have painted. i sense a yearning for the return of spring here.
ReplyDelete" pigments of you and I run together brushing starlight into a darken sky,".. this is soo beautiful!!
ReplyDeleteI love how you use colors to paint your poem of love... love hue, you could say.
ReplyDeleteWhat canvas could hold this?
ReplyDeleteNicely "painted" indeed!
ReplyDeletepaint away! Keep "brushing starlight"
ReplyDeletePaint away! I shall tend the blossoming feathers, watch their flight, and continue the story-gardening when the time comes.
ReplyDeleteThis is yummy.
I like the way you paint!
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful! Thank you!
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