Written: January 06, 2023
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Nighttime hypnotic dreams flow
a starry heart swirls
heavenly sequins sparkle,
gold moonlight reflects off crystal seas
an evening full of wonder
an exquisite tapestry, a secret story,
pure opal-colored mist
as you moonwalk, be astounded.
A whispered melody carries
the allure of a summer night
pearly moonlight falls on trees,
a gleaming breeze-kissed track
lucid, synchronized star trails
floating akin to a precious gem
origami nebulae with avid care,
sparks seldom appear quiet
dwarf firefly with jewel-like lights
fliers soar through the night,
exuberant filigree wings
their gentle glow soothes Void.
Amidst the mayhem, we have visions
a global canvas upholds hope
vivid acrylics fit well with warm ochres,
creativity abounds as the sun sets
the glow of a fantasy is stellar
a soft glow leads the way
glitter and dance are in sync,
Incredible for everybody
night gradually awakens
this grand adventure fuels dreams,
fireflies are lighting up our path
woods and meadows hide secrets
light reveals verdant grass.
altering the location.
(Reviewed by a snooty correspondent)
November dons her coats of warm terries,
tans, a few ochres, but surely not bright.
(Except for sneaky, red-coated berries,
peeking from bushes, agrin with delight.)
November's dress: pretty dull, never shines.
We prefer October's boisterous charm.
Branches bare, it's said limbs often recline;
sunbathe to keep their tans, and also warm.
Fashion designers often grow somber
and turn November into works of art.
Choosing russet offset by burnt umber
we find those dull colors lacking in heart.
Whispers of Summer heard in fashion parks.
Soon we'll write of a new bridal-white show.
Days ending sooner, dusk now wearing darks;
Winter waits coyly; looks lovely in Snow.
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ELYSIAN
Glittering like d sun,
Sight blue like d moon,
Enamels pure as diamond,
Smile resembling snow.
Filled with aura of confidence,
Soo quixotic as u are,
With ochres adorning ur soul,
Oregano blows 2ru ur paths.
Soft hearted,
But strong in spirit,
Never to quit and always challenging,
Hopin 2 get evry desire.
Stylish in fashion,
Always moving with trend,
Blazing d commentaries,
With tenderly look.
You are
Truly
Phosphorescent.
"The painter stood before the canvas."
With each dab of paint from passionate fingers
With each dancing stroke of beautiful ochres
And bright greens and reds and gentle yellows
A master's masterpiece unfolds and mellows.
3. . .
Sky blues and lavenders swirl into a tornado
Oranges and greens form a lush glow
Passion flows freely in an artist's heart
Stroke by stroke and part by part.
2. . .
Dark navy paint now in one hand
As the painter creates a dark dusk decorated band
Twilight shadows move like bolts of lightning
Across the canvas ever so frightening.
1. . .
Slitted eyes now turning a much darker brown
Mouth set in a tight unmoving frown
Hands moving sharply, decidedly, dangerously fast
Spreading darkness on the sunrise painted on canvas.
Snap.
The cold comes
following an endless spring
that lagged forever into summer
where it could not keep its hold
then returning again in autumn
to linger on the trees and low in the grass.
Now, comes the cold
chills dropping twenty degrees
barely reaching thirty
with frost forming on the vines
along the silvered rooftops
wrapping around fallen leaves.
Tight, full and unrelenting
crab apple and sugar maple
hold firm their form
paling yellow greens
tatter edged ochres tinge crimson red tips
rustling, wrestling with the windy breeze.
Squirrels wait patient
thick furred and bushy tailed feathers
running to and fro with acorns nd walnuts
clutched in their mouths
searching for that perfect spot
to dig and bury next years saplings.
The cold comes,
chilling both body and bone
enveloping this hideout of the world
wrapping round the trees and brush
marking my corner of the earth
as life slows down embracing a winter watch.
If every month’s a color
Then October has to be
The same orange as a pumpkin
And I think we’d all agree.
For as fall, in its ascendance,
Turns the leaves and ripens gourds,
Golds and oranges and ochres
Are the notes of autumn’s chords.
So I welcome Ms. October
Gussied up in tangerine,
Bringing just enough of chilly days
To supersede the green.
The stubborn trees remain in green,
Annoyed to change too soon,
Like people who wear P.J.’s
Several hours after noon.
Their friends have donned their autumn coats
In oranges and golds,
With acorns brought by squirrels
Tucked away inside the folds.
The ochres and the emeralds mingle
On the highway’s edge,
Providing pops of color
As the rain performs its dredge.
Drawing closer to the city,
All the muted colors fade
‘Cause their city cousins aren’t dressed yet
For the fall parade.
In denim- blues skies:
the sun hums gold a decaying monotone
of chest crushing heat on teeming trees
to fields and prairies, where they striptease.
And when the wind gusts:
cool hours seed encoring the hues
of ochres bright not of fire forced.
Spirally wheeled pupils may whirl
as in tireless and heavy rammed blow,
brown crinkled leaves fly in frenzied dance.
Weak limbs shudder too; lulled, they tumble,
fall and rest to coat the earth.
but within the heat, nothing goes to
waste nature regenerates.
It worms the leaves into compost weaves.
Yes, shades of Autumn are nature's mourning
for nature's die yet still its beauty: a romance
as it gratifies the eyes.
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~~Inspired by the painting: Autumn in France
by Emily Carr 1911
__Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo__
5:49pm , January 15, 2015
figures of the court
filling vermillion red lake ochres
theology of art on huge surface
las meninas
on either side the little princess
in her own pensive world
chaperone hiding mourning
unknown guardadama attentive
dwarfs on the corner /disturbing
mastiff /tapestry head about
to fall or rise/ the fire burnt
face restored new life
of freedom
Tree lined avenue
Ochres and yellows display
Graciously they fall
In carpet gown, soil enriched
In life they shone, now they're gone
.
I have earrings shaped like acorns
And I poked them through my ears
As a welcome to this season
And my joy when it appears.
Though the leaves have yet to burnish
I await those golden hues,
For to live without those ochres
Is an option I’d refuse.
There’s a nip there in the morning;
Time to drag the sweaters out
For the crispness and the colors
Are what autumn’s all about.
Reflections of Autumn on the pond so still
Like a dying rainbow my eyes in fill
A tear drop in fall to this surface of glass
Drifts now forever, but it's always to last
Browns, reds and ochres in kaleidoscopic view
Whilst dark shaped veins start to show true
Trees will appear in skeletal shape
Naked to bare, now having lost their drape
Into Winters abyss of seasonal change
One has to wonder is nature so deranged
Then comes the Spring as we marvel once again
For when we view her Summers, we know she's so sane
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-17.php
Autumn winds allure the awaiting
Spiraling ochres, have given
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Sitting downstream in this delightful setting
When you close your eyes there is just no forgetting
I can still see the scene that my mind has captured
The most glorious of colours leaves me in rapture
The bluest of sky seeps through a canopy I behold
Mirrored on the stream it's dreamy blues unfold
Ancient stones sit like islands in the sun
Creating ripples of motion in downstream run
But it's the avenue of colours that delights my eyes
Season after season she always leaves her surprise
Greens mix with golds, ochres yellows, reds and browns
A spectacular collage paints this bright Autumn gown
Within weeks to a month until the last leaf falls
Then her seasons move on as Winters installed
Through morning moisture
The mist reveals the changing
Green life to ochres
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-8.php
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