Any Subject - Octtava Rima - Dedicated to the artistry of glass artist, Dale Chihuli
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Chihuli
Spells of flames, winter moons, blue sunshine, sunsets ~
Glass stained by whispers in bubbles of rainbows
Sleeps, captive of creativity’s minx possessed ~
Trapped magic quivers, enchantment to bestow ~
Beauty waits to paint kaleidoscope’s pallette
In hues and shapes borrowed from day’s bright meadow
Desert winds gather in whorls - windstars descend
Through the flutters of fiery flames sand transcends
Breath of moonbeams refracted into twisting swirls
Light trapped in luminescent channels, dead-ends,
A kiss of fire shapes hot glass in molten curls
Through embers of wanton fireflies shape descends
Globes emerge from red coals with cascades of pearls
Fire dance spins smelted crystal into legends
Beauty blown from the ageless artist’ breath seeds
Radiance for glass gardens - fantasy freed.
Categories:
pallette, art, beauty, fire, light,
Form: Ottava rima
A peacock presents its colors to see
Dazzling patterns, beautiful views,
As pink cherry blossoms adorn the tree,
Brushstrokes of nature offer colorful hues
Birds sweetly sing to color the dawn
As sunlight glistens in pearls of dew,
Lilacs and lilies such beauty they spawn
As the sky takes on a golden hue
The pallette of nature is constantly changing
Reds and golds of autumn, and spring dressed in green,
From season to season they keep rearranging
As the brushstrokes of nature color the scene
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Categories:
pallette, color, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Columbine in the mountains are the palest of blues;
Ours are more intense.
Gentle born ahigh and free
Tougher raised from within a fence.
Blooms match the hue of and reach for the sky,
Elsewhere its polluted, they're more likely to die.
By the highest mountain
Find the coolest breeze.
The most fragrant nectar
invites the buzziest bees.
And the flies of butter and the birds which hum,
Edwin James knew for such sweetness
they all promised to come.
In lowness a wind can blow harsh intoxication,
But closer to God may be heavenly 'proximation.
"Such color" they say, "such strength in powerful hue",
Or perhaps instead energy drawn from pain, ills or rue.
Oh Columbine speak with your pallette what say you?
Is your gift the intense or the Colorado blue?
Categories:
pallette, beautiful, flower, nature, symbolism,
Form: Rhyme
Hot winds blowing everywhere
Golden glistening dress all wear
Jade, peridot, emrald leaves in trees
Sway sanguinely in summer breeze
Stunning sunrise and sunset
Seductive colours of sun's pallette
Cloudless, clear, charming sky
Magnificent moon, mesmerises eye
Myriad melodic chirps reverberate
Flamboyant flowers for bees await
Morn, eve gratifying cool breeze strokes
Walking, chatting, playing, happy are folks
Enjoying juicy fruits like watermelon
And juices of citrus fruits like lemon
Hot april brings sundae and ice-cream
Relishing together, whole family gleams
With long days, april is indeed a vibrant season
For exhilaration, provides more than one reason
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31st March 2022
April in Thane Maharashtra India
Categories:
pallette, april, nature,
Form: Rhyme
A watercolor sky
at Dawn-washed salmon, and light
lemon hues. The colors
are reflections,
in a lone fresh puddle shaped
like a winding stream;
in the shiny streets;
the gleam of the cars of greys
and deep Twilight blues.
Spring in her charming
ways, sprouts lime-green grasses
that in early Autumn
will be a sun faded
shade of chartreuse, in overgrown
fields, or farmlands bowed
to a coral sky.
And on shores, the evening
captivates the sea
with daubs of lilac
and saffron tints, the sunlight
a pallette of Summers..
And a crimson light
winks through the lithe fingers
of the watchful trees
aligned aside the town-
houses with tangerine shades,
lifted in the 'Morn.
A distant harbor
is a watermelon burst,
and warm buttercup hues.
And aquamarine
scrubs with lavender gloves
cup a lilac dusk.
April 12, 2021
mile Pinet
/words:
aquamarine, crimson, chartreuse,
Categories:
pallette, allusion, beautiful, beauty, creation,
Form: Haiku
not with a broad brush
thick strokes stoked with opinion
hate plied with a knife
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Categories:
pallette, art, hate,
Form: Senryu
A river holds captive
the baroque colors of trees
that stand guard, honor.
Its joyous flow
travels under the umber bridge
whose reflection
forms an eye, open.
It is a pallette of Autumn,
a watercolor sky.
Categories:
pallette, allusion, art, beautiful,
Form: Haiku
Delicately smoke stacks rose in tendrils
From my lobotomised mind, tracks of steam
Channels which searched for surrendour
Teased unfamiliar air aflame, eventual glean
Chances which blind chases never uncovered
Now relaxed stance soul caresses confirm
Worth in the venture for connections recovered
Ratified tangible textures of trust returned
Sharply sprung tongue sprig of marjoram burst
Sends corresponding signals sweet salty
Cardboard dry enclosure summoned my thirst
Seasoned with fish fall apart white sultry
Flipped on my untrained pallette, ripe silk drips
Nourished throat thrums an unsung tempo
New reward captured bite butters impatient lips
Slippery flesh accosts a switched off depot
Aniseed's dark unrivalled flavour pinnacle
Nasal travelled spice kidnaps bland indecision
Abrupt acetic fingers, processing difficult
Held captive by capers strange punch derision
Ambience clink clanks cutlery's untimed tune
Calls faithful patronage who pay in blood
Inner soft lobsters promise flesh of high noon
Claw shards pave a love path summoned
20th September 2020
Categories:
pallette, celebration, confusion, crush, desire,
Form: Rhyme
Vibrant, sunlit aqua bands streak over grey sky,
As smoky purple, broad brush strokes under them lie.
Deeply drink this bolder winter palette, before it passes by!
Snow clings to the windward side of barren trees,
Like white icing on a chocolate cake set in nature's deep freeze.
A rare scarlet cardinal at my bird feeder among dozens of dun sparrows.
Winter's palette can be so narrow.
Seldom seen strong sunlight gilds fallen snow,
Raising my spirits with its reflected glow.
Tufts of beige grass peek through now and then,
Mossy green flower bulb tips poke up, it's safe when?
Disappointment and false starts are midwinter cares.
Gratitude for January thaw respites we share.
Greedy gallivanting about when nature allows.
When whipping winds blow, window gazing to merely browse.
But lo, three red robins graced my yard today.
While yellow crocus flowered, they sought worms, their prey.
With such harbingers, I'm impatient for the season on the way,
My life force is rising, with more energy to play!
MRT
3-17-13
Categories:
pallette, color, life, winter,
Form: Sonnet
As March winds huff and blow,
Come crocus in their purple shades,
And daffodils appear in rows,
Heralds they, of brighter days.
What can a heart be but glad,
As flowers wake from slumbering,
As bluebells in their myriads,
Hearken to the call of spring.
Gone the days, short and bleak,
In shades of white and grey.
Mother nature has her easel out,
Her pallette on display.
And a pretty picture does she paint,
A creation, oh so fair.
'Tis a joyous time to be alive,
When spring is in the air.
Categories:
pallette, color, flower, joy, spring,
Form: Rhyme
This life sustaining rock
Blessed with mythical like powers
And magical wonders to dazzle
With colours from the pallette of universal creation
With the ability to beautify and bring to life
Places many fear or feel dead
It plays a joyful song through various means
Yet sometimes sings songs of lament
But the power, and the wonderment
Always takes away my breath
And no matter what’s thrown at it
No matter how we try and damage and exploit it
Somehow it always comes back stronger, brighter
Because this rocks a fighter
And its fighting for nature, creation
And its fighting still to sustain us
And will still be here after we no longer exist
And because of this we should honour and homage to it
This rock, our home, always remember to nurture and love it.
Categories:
pallette, beautiful, color, creation, nature,
Form: Verse
Oasis at noon
What a wonderous quiet place it is
the heart of a palm oasis
skirted trees stand guard about
keeping dusty heat without
holding shaded cool within
a small breeze sneaks past a frond
dancing in ripples across the pond
am I intruder, am I part
I wander and wonder in my heart.
as I penetrate deeper in.
Oasis at sunset
Guardian against sunset
the ancient palm stands
resting in drifting sands
Beneath whispering fronds
cicadas begin to sing
brown bats take wing
Firey clouds, cooling breeze
evening deepens, night decends
Oasis awakens, day ends
Oasis at Dawn
Darkling shadows intertwine
With the sprinklings of the moon
Every night paints a new design
That smooths across like puddled wine
Evaporating just as soon
With pallette of rainbowed hue
The sun splashes the eastern sky
Painting over the shadow's blue
Which however remains in view
Absorbing the more brilliant dye
Categories:
pallette, dance, day, earth, heart,
Form: Rhyme
When i look at him, my heart beats strong and as thunderous as a POW wows drums. The flames of passions fire burns within my soul, my blood boils. He cools me with his touch, yet my skin melts under the finger prints of his flesh; anything of myself that I own suddenly, briefly becomes empty and numb. His energy, his power swims through my rivers that were once my veins, to that one look I have succumbed.
He unlocks the love in me, I love that his one smile takes my heart for free. He walks into my rooms, he unlocks my doors, unveiling my house; his lips are the keys. My heart, my home, my house once filled with cracks and chores, in walls where my secrets lie still, love kissed mysteries.
His eyes creak in my bones like hardwood floors, every step wearing my polish thin. His one look makes any thoughts of anger, anguish, yearning and hurt abolish from within. His images play in my pallette like children’s laughter that sings through the wind.
His eyes, his lips, his presence, his touch, he is my work of art. His colors paint a masterpiece in every inch in every part.
Vibrant my colors,
Within me,
That one look takes my heart for free.
Categories:
pallette, love, heart, heart, love,
Form: I do not know?
A blank canvas, clean and crisp
Awaits the drops from a rainbow sprayed pitter patter of a magical rainfall
and a storm, by the artists brush obeyed
Onto a perfect paradise
A shattered pallette of acrylic thrown
with accuracy near the archers aim
That it falls like leaves, by autumn blown
A sea of organised destruction
Skillfully strewn across a landscaped view Crimson red and sunkissed bronze
hidden by a haze of blue
A mass of seasons, winter's spring
An abundance of wishes and dreams laid bare Onto this portrait of sheer madness
scantilly clad and almost shared
An explosion of flavours
Freedom ventured through flecks of paint Songs of lovebirds whispered
Following rhythm with melodies faint
Flowers lost in winds of brown
Valuable gems encrusted with gold buried deep
dashes and lashes of watercolour
flicked into sequence and layed in a heap
A masquerade of autumn leaves fall
as a line of coloured soldiers march, swift
A mask of beauty disguises the page
Like a tiny world, and delicate gift
Fire blends into the ocean of blues
yet white ice devours monumentous heat
A fog of grey trims the edge
The work of a genius is almost complete
Categories:
pallette, art, autumn, autumn,
Form: Rhyme
Beauty can be found in the sky, twilight's golden glow,
Beauty can be found in the pallette color bold
Beauty can be found in the wonder of a smile
Kind and gracious words make beauty abound
A gentle touch, hug or caress can cause beauty to blossom
where none could grow.
Beauty makes rain fall over a barren desert.
Beauty can be found in a broken spirit.
Beauty can be found in a death and rebirth.
Beauty is in the mind's eye.
Even a dung beatle finds it's mate beautiful.
Categories:
pallette, imaginationbeauty, beauty,
Form: Light Verse
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