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Another typical insipid day the sweet, crimson glowing ember falling revealing the lustrous serenity of kaleidoscopic skies Elysian whispers around my remaining canvas of arid Gossamer and prosaic filled voids replaces citrine, saffron nirvana Bodies surrounding shimmer effulgent colors I'm yet to remain in my dull ashen-sparked cave A sudden delirious shriek gleeful, exuberant faces twisted into pale onyx terror An apocalyptic doomsday guaranteed Terminal of mankind ; destruction of of earth prophesied Everyone's glistening resplendent canvases splattered grim trepidation Painted with oblivion; like mine with included kneaded dollops of overwrought Perhaps the revolutionary, prodigious hysteria sparked fluorescent inspiration My ebony pedestrian now being sparkled in an euphoric nostalgic feeling A persistent voice echoing;
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An exploded erosion of scarlet filled emotions I clutch my brush and become the creator I once was; Amongst the cacophonic abyss painting an ephemeral, nebulous word into my perennial realms of cerulean hopes Brushstrokes of light touched canary among daffodil fields Turning into shapes of radiant marigold inspiration painted over leftovers of monotonous drab In the end's haunting echo of emptiness I found my exuberant-buttercup passions of a sunlit meadow My bolstering voice of ivory whispered inspirations I am an azure propelling star among cobalt filled echoes of forgotten melodies I've reimagined my painted chiaroscuro perspectives, crafting a bold artistic masterpiece
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Rodrigues Avatar
October 4, 2024 at 8:59 AM
Lovely! I looked up grisaille as I had never heard of it before. Lovely imagery! Have a blessed day!
Hind Avatar
June 20, 2024 at 1:25 PM
Ah, you speak for the truth- it's tragic, to see Nature enfolding, and unfolding before our eyes, "all prophesied"- deep work
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June 20, 2024 at 12:51 PM
You remind me of a poet on here with all your wonderful use of adjectives.. Your poem resonates on a personal level as it encapsulates the journey from despair to hope through the act of creation. It reflects the universal struggle of finding light amidst darkness and the cathartic, redemptive power of art.
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