Best Pastels Poems
I dream
in the golden glow
of a sakura orchid
nestled between blooming browns~
as saffron streaks of sunsets
spill syllables of l o v e and trust,
scented with sugared crystals,
emitting musical verses
to calm the inner child~
healing in silence
dusted with pastels of p e a c e.
But when the fragrance of
summer wanes,
leaving a heavy horizon
glistening with grieving galaxies,
remember, I am an aching poem
kissed by the garnet green,
refusing to follow
melted moonbeams,
merged with moving monsoons,
and yesterday’s fickle footprints,
that remain,
soaked in rain and tears,
like pixelated promises to the
cracked cosmos,
lost within sand petals,
as nightingales croon
of strife and life,
of cold summers and fleeting colors.
So tonight,
I’ll carve my own b l i s s
from the haze of violet gratitude~
engrossed in trembling ink,
allowing another month
to fade into the ether,
as memories blossom
in blue-black,
staining champagne chalices
with smoke and salt
while somewhere
between fireworks filling up
twilight skies,
rippling with mystic topaz
kissing
the fluorescent stars
sparking across
midnight shorelines,
I found sequins of h o p e
amidst the unattained closure
to the rising of
an inescapable end.
This is the voice of a thistle
reluctant
to
compromise and comprehend
the sound of ticking thunder,
for I am the eucalyptus elixir
to an alchemist’s waterfall,
weaving odes to the eclipsed time
that sleeps in the cusp
of liquified lilacs
crawling through
serpentine circles…
as I have found a rhyme to
glamorize every forsaken line,
letting go of bleached pages
that have no
spirit of resilience,
and chapters with
frosted names
that have
no
space for s o l a c e . . .
Clouds in abstract flight..
Painted hues of pastel skies..
A Monet morning..
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Inspired by Raul's photograph "Awaiting Dawn"
With pastels in hand,
I paint the life of the sea...
in sunny Capri.
Giant Cyclops settled here,
and fishermen still fear them...
legends become real.
Mermaids sing with lyre,
luring them in your cold deep...
as images appear.
Greasy film,
touch like silk,
glides across my sketch pad,
before it's time to have a nap,
bright, bright pastels,
etched across my nostrils,
in such fluorescent colours,
I can do no other,
oil pastels,
comes perfectly natural,
to someones naked eye,
it's time to sketch and say goodbye.
Soft,
Outstanding quality,
Fantastic,
Tantalizing,
Pigment,
Another perfect art form,
Superb,
Terrific results,
Everlasting,
Long future,
Superior.
Rainbow in a box
Rubbed sharp or blunt an art
I am all colors
It's not a painting made by a great artist,
but one notices lovely pastels as bright as spring colors,
my scenery has stately weepings willows
drooping as they awaken the ravens and larks from rest.
This vast valley crossed by a wide river is covered with scented pines,
blue clouds are estranged by dazzling sun rays,
and where they reach darkness someone prays....
while another praises the work of the Maker by emitting loud cries.
My very gentle strokes are nothing short of a miracle
as liveliness is seen everywhere I turn, and who is not vowed or inspired
by every landscape that makes any dreamer whistle?
If I use lovely pastels as bright as spring colors, it's because I'm delighted.
Bright Green grass
To run through,
Play soccer in
And lay on
Dark Green trees
For climbing in
And shading me on hot sweltering days
From burning up like a tomato
Pink in the sky
In the evenings
Makes me feel all happy
Orange in the sky
In evenings
Looks so stunning
Blue in the sky
Is what I look forward to each day
Finally the Yellow sun
Is golden and brightens up my day
Water’s pale mist cascades over rocks.
Inviting us to bathe, the cool overflow
Snickers at our silly inhibitions.
Standing in this natural retreat
Dressed in pastels of love,
We exchange shy smiles.
Our tender embrace stretches out
To gather budding yearnings
Lodged in new houses.
The water flows on and on,
Until we no longer can deny
Its temptress calling.
Exposing nakedness,
We laugh and play
In pools by the rocks.
hallucinogenic hues
span the river and the sky
culminating in explosive
rhythm of the sun
10/3/2018
Nature flaunts a palette of soft pastel
colors she applies with an artist's brush,
and paints pink sunsets and coral conch shell,
transforming vivid hues into a blush.
Flowers come in a plethora of tints
like periwinkle, lavender, and rose,
and green leaves tout an assortment of inks,
while concealing shades that nobody knows.
Butterfly wings are Nature's works of art,
painted in all colors of the rainbow.
Her living masterpieces move my heart,
and yet, Nature has so much more to show.
As azure waves lap the sand on the beach,
purple bleeds mauve, and almond fades to peach.
florid pastels
blazoned across twilight sky
— Spring’s overture
3/14/2018
periwinkle-blue
pastels, tie-dye, daylight skies...
with indigo inks
there was a snake bathing in the sunset
draped around the veins, the dead branches
winter never welcomes reptiles
but it wore twilight like a heat lamp jacket
back flat, tobacco treat burning sweet
the switchgrass swayed like waves in wind
the blades carried my wading body as it bobbed
and swayed to the scent of serenity
lavender and apricot bled in the sky
a marriage of pastels to perfect this pastiche
this is art incarnate none could ever reach
so please don't let me wake from this tranquil dream
Flung in art pastel colors distance
Drawing things turning yes drawing
Canvas castello engaged and printing designing lonely leveling
schematic writings
And a paintings on the wall so alluring
Taking a photograph from out of my heart
Hand over hand meeting knots
That designing demonstration designing demonstration
Picture perfect murals
Dormant drawings
Charcoal tempura paint drawings
Graffiti pictures spray painted building walls
Designing demonstrations distance complications
Foreign warrant pictures
Drawings and paintings unimaginable
Passive pass pastel colored drawings dawning
3/31/30
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021