Eve Roper Poet Free verse

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painters brush

The color palette
has changed of the world .
painters wispy brush
clouds line clear calm sky.
Day is cold and dry,
Fine snow starts to fall.
Plants have ceased budding
bent, spilling over
yet passion, fragrant,
unadorned jasmine,
honeysuckle vine,
knit wooden arbor.
untiring starlings,
early mourning doves
move the day with their
inviting singing
and soft coo-OO-oo
throughout the chill day.
Ardent breath, note traced
of love, a heart shape
onto cold window.

1/6/2024

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Marikate Kingston March 14, 2024 at 7:41 PM I'll bet that you are artistic Eve. I love the kind of winter day where the snowflakes are very large and fall slowly. I agree with Ink below, your poem is eloquent, and to me delightful. Robins are starting to appear here in the northeast who are slowly bringing spring soon. They will be welcomed by your 'wintery' poem birds. Something to look forward to. :)

Victor Buhagiar January 11, 2024 at 2:23 AM Your poem is a mixture of imagery and emotion. Well done. Hugs.

Silent One January 9, 2024 at 2:16 PM Congratulations on your placement In the contest dear..

MB Farookh January 7, 2024 at 10:47 PM Eve, this is a painting in words so beautifully expressed. Excellent!

Joseph May January 7, 2024 at 5:43 PM You capture a misty day nicely Eve, I enjoyed the read

Silent One January 7, 2024 at 8:37 AM This Hello my friend.. Your poem effectively paints a sensory and emotive portrait of a cold winter day, showcasing the resilience and beauty found in nature's quiet moments. The language and imagery create a contemplative atmosphere, inviting readers to appreciate the nuanced details of the changing season.

Ink Empress January 7, 2024 at 12:37 AM This sort of reminds me of childhood too when i used to do those heartshapes on window when its cold. I absolutely love the descriptive nature or your poem, and how well its woveb , in such eloquence, giving an artistic flow to this. Definitely this is one of my fave poems from you. Pleasure reading this

Hiya Sharma January 6, 2024 at 10:44 PM Oh wow.. This is like a serene painting of glacial ambience from the painter's brush! You've so delicately knitted those wintry textures here, how the flowers fade beneath the cloak of snow and yet, their fascinating fragrances still enchant our hearts! "unadorned jasmine, honeysuckle vine,knit wooden arbor. untiring starlings,early mourning doves move the day with their inviting singing" Ahh, what a gorgeous write, dear Eve! I absolutely loved reading this so much, especially that ending too :)