a brushless artist
teases a waiting canvas
a-shift on the wind
as hoar frost passes
a shrinking of violets
petals on pavement
soft melting sunset
beauty imbued in the trees
Autumn’s au revoir
Categories:
brushless, autumn,
Form: Haiku
Can you paint the picture
brushless
Can you sing the words
while mute
Can you dance the lone
fandango
Can you rage
—beyond your youth
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Categories:
brushless, youth,
Form: Rhyme
Mind the Paint
Oh, to paint the inside of the egg
restyle the matted gray of sunless gloom
splash color on the curtains that belie
soft filtered light through windows of the soul.
Scaffolds to paint the Sistine of the Dome
brushstrokes to taunt the essence of our thought
teasing the tortured remnants of dreams lost
rainbows - revelations of a Master’s touch.
Creation’s palette in fetal fingered grasp
a water colored future dab by dab
a valiant streak of orange in the blue
the glowing red of life’s untarnished thrill.
Wild dance, cerebral choreography,
brushless art upon the eyelids of sleep.
©3/7/2018
submitted to – Mind the wet paint – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Viv Wigley
Categories:
brushless, art, celebration, color, life,
Form: Blank verse
Can you paint the picture
brushless
Can you sing the words
while mute
Can you dance the lone
fandango
Can you rage
beyond your youth
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Categories:
brushless, age,
Form: Rhyme
Pen or pencil, scribbling a hearts desire
Open mind that begets thoughts that are afire
Entrenched with a passion of painting words with brushless strokes
Mindful of every corner, every hump of these lyrical roads
Saving every fantasy, cherishing every dream!
Categories:
brushless, passion
Form: Acrostic
TOOTHBRUSH
TOOTHBRUSH
Bristles from a chewing stick in several smart Chinese.
One end was used to swipe and wipe the other was a sword or pick to get at
meat in between the teeth. Not until the World War Two was every mother's son a
victum of the brushing made to make a very victum blush so pink.
Brushing was never fun to me but they eye liked to use the brush on tongue
usually so wrong and coated with the many meals used that day.
A man can still pull a stick apart and make a brush of sorts if he is made to want
to clean them up. Or eye suppose he could use the packages given at the better
missions to all the hobo men. The used brush is sort of useless to a man
unless he can rinse it out not in the wild too many miles is lost in useless
cleaning of my parts a toothbrush gets repacked with toothpaste on and seldom
gets used again in mouth so strong ignored by men the food found can be eaten
in a can with brushless teeth on.
Categories:
brushless, children, funny, imagination,
Form: Free verse