I look up and see a pale blue canvas,
Just waiting for natures brush
To paint a picture.
High, high above a white line
Is slowly stroked in the blue,
So slowly, as the picture builds
And that one brushstroke widens,
As time passes so slowly.
There to the side the canvas is paler blue,
The dusting of cloud painting the sky
With such a gentle touch,
That the colour is almost invisible.
Nature’s canvas,
Showing the beauty
Of a pale blue joyfulness.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 23rd, 2018 01:26
- Comment from author about the poem: Just sitting in the garden in the early evening and this is what came to me as I looked at the sky.
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
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Comments7
A lovely write Gold.
Thank you Orchi.
Thanks ANDY for lovely thoughts to start the Middle of the Week ~ just checking my e-mails and MPS in my Coffee Break ! Love STAIRWAY to HEAVEN by LZ ~ very haunting. God is the supreme Artist and the Sky is His dynamic canvas ! I see more things in the clouds than this World dreams of. Thanks for caring & Sharing ~ Yours BRIAN Love your poem ~ beautiful !
Thank you Brian, many people just do not look up, I am glad that you are someone who does.
Very beautiful. Wonderful imagery. Thanks for sharing
Thank you nicol, most kind.
Natures canvas repainted exquisitely afresh every day. Long may your eyes capture such beauty for your soul to enjoy.
Thank you da, I too hope my eyes will keep seeing natures world.
The sky is an endless source of beauty and forever changing - what more can you ask?
Indeed Michael for what more can one ask.
Andy,
A beautiful write and pic!
I enjoyed the serenity of your piece!
~Laura~
Thank you Laura, finding serenity is wonderful.
Beautiful. Made me think of all the times I have stared up at the sky in amazement and in awe.
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