Monday With Blue Brushes
Still life. What bite have my grapes and plums?
I capture the glaucous coating — the powdery residue.
A fairytale gown needs just the right godmother-dusting of azure.
The sparkling suds and frothy thrust! The concoction of a great day
— my brush reveals teal and Caribbean waves.
I long to drip my palette into deadpan eyes.
Her passion invigorating a sensual stimulation.
Without God’s transcendent palette,
the chameleon must wear zaffre.
I muse…
7/12/2018
Cozart’s Brevity in Blue Poetry Contest
74 words according to PS syllable counter
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2018
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