Short Burnt Sienna Poems

the bark remains wet
burnt sienna stained
ornamental leaves

11/14/2018...

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Burnt sienna strokes,
wild Sun an abstract artist;
The night steals the hue....

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one raindrop falling
from an abundant sky –
burnt sienna...

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burnt sienna buds
                                 on limbs and brindle branches
                                         emerging life...

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When I saw her eyes were burnt sienna,
and her lips were purple plaid,
when she said she wasn’t my kid’s teacher,
boy, was I ever sad.
...

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Colored pencils in an artist’s even hand
sketch rolling fields of wavy grass
sprouting from the barren plain
of barren pages.
Now she reaches for Burnt Sienna....

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Pastel
Burnt sienna
Tinged the golden flame-
Reflecting raw umbery on the
Red earth

Unseen
A bluish buff
Grizzled a silver grain
Into lavender scented
Shadows...

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Pastel
Burnt sienna
Tinged the golden flame-
Reflecting raw umbery on the
Red earth

Unseen
A bluish buff
Grizzled a silver grain
Into lavender scented
Shadows


Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007...

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Listen to poem:

autumn winds rousing about
singed leaves of burnt sienna
twirling dance of sweet demise
  ~  bide snow wintry grave



AP: 1st place 2022

Submitted on September 30, 2020 for contest WRITING CHALLENGE - DODOITSU sponsored by CONSTANCE LA FRANCE  -  RANKED 1ST...

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Spring brings forth blossoms
African violet hues
Amazon green leaves
Summer in full throttle twirls
Into burnt sienna hearts  

Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Colors: African violet(lavender), Amazon(dark green), Burnt sienna(rust-orange)
Love of nature expressed about the Red Bud Tree...

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beautiful
is evenfall
when sky 
begins to blaze
and clouds appear as
plush pillows
floating
persimmon
on a 
comforter
with rich threads
of burnt sienna
and scarlet interlaced
draped 
over my valley

May 15, 2020 
title chosen: Option 2: Evenfall
for the 'Pick-A-Title, Vol 17 - Yalto -' Poetry Contest of Edward Ibeh...

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“Dead leaves do not cease to exist. They live in another form, may be as nutrient to quicken another life. That way, every death is a doorway to another life”.  ~ By Poet


Last leaves of the ancient maple, yellowed and frayed,
Fluttering and dancing silently in mellowed stillness,
Nose dived into the burnt sienna ground below,
To become fodder for the saplings of spring.
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Soft yellow
      streaked 
               the terra cotta
shadowing 
        the sallow saffron
             a bluish buff;
the flaxen rubrical
rain-bow tinted
mandarine
                   unseen
tinged burnt sienna
reflecting raw umbery
on the green;
                mosaic gold
mottled the sorrel
virent yellow
               stained
a pale apricot
          redish rust
and dotting
       the lind
                  crimson...

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Turning a crimson red
In a burnt sienna field
Flowers thrive in the rain
Delighted in the warm sun
There were specks of deep blue
Fulfilling the fields glory
Yellow and red beauty
Showered and littered around
The orange sun peaks above
And the ground shines of color
Never mind the attempts
Mist tries to deploy, blanket
To cover the beauty
That God has given us all
Flowers still full color
All throughout the living field

Russell Sivey...

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I caught me a billowing passion fish
A sky burnt sienna and wild
to the delight of my meandering, cotton-tailed heart
to the release of the infinite sigh...

You grew.

The tips of my fingers stung raw
The clouds taggle tugged at the strings
My mind raced with flurries and tremulous worries 
and other monstrosity things.

I won the race with the finicky sky.
Your fish to my water-logged heart
Eventually, we gazed from the ground
Sweet hands intertwined from afar......

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Morning fog was parting  for the day's performance,
and an audience of just me sat cross legged,
waiting for ghosts.
They appeared slowly, one by one.
Old whalers, freighters and, fifty yards out, 
slate grey bones scarred with burnt sienna,
a young trawler.
A Cormorant dried its wings on the wheelhouse,
primary feathers spread, glistening ebony,
tattered like a tramp's raincoat.
The surf  whispered warnings.

February 4th 2016

For contest 'The Sea shore' sponsor- Craig Cornish...

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