Life, poem of scrambled reflections, strokes painted with mind's brush
Colored connected recollections cloaks naked shame's blush
Words chiseled of rock, tongue's flaws smoothed with rhyme
Nature's portrait charcoal with chalk, drawn creation speaks in mime
Thunder pounds a tympani roll, waves heart beat, poetry put to meter
Rain's wire brush sounds roof's cymbal, music measured by the liter
Wood's wind sings haunted melodies composed by Anemoi
Washing canvass' wanted elegies in exposed unclothed memoir
Cloud ballet, lightning tango wind's dip lifting artisan leaves
Painted by poem's healing mud of fango, nature's poetry in sheaves
Words written on a breeze, sonnets from spring lips
My parched throat to please, I drink its verse in sips
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Offline)
- Published: January 21st, 2025 03:42
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 2
Comments1
I never knew there was so much in Nature. Well, I know now! lol.
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