Inspired by the Painting "A Girl With A Pearl Earring" by Dutch Golden Age Painter "Johannes Vermeer"
What are you telling me, My timeless Beauty?
You turn and stop..,
You look at me with your plaintive eyes,
Your luscious lips are apart, but you remain voiceless…
The pearl in your ear shines ~
Light on your face shimmers mysteriously,
Your eyes are serene ~ reflecting, refracting
The depth of your emotions…
Those dove-like eyes are the artist's inspiration!
The topaz blueness of your headscarf
With which you have covered your sensuality,
Surround your face with a serenity of
The ocean, gleaming emerald green
Of your attire evokes the unspoilt
Magic of your youth…..
You are not what you appear
To many souls in this mundane world…
They don’t see the painter’s Muse.
You are the nymph, who visited me
For a rare moment of tranquility.
The Pearl shines, an iridescent
Gem shimmering, unfolding your heart~
You remain eternal in my imperishable creation...
You linger in hearts..... my masterpiece!
MOTIVES OF ENDEAVOUR
restored
ideas
in
a
palpable
catharsis
of
inward
meditative
resolve
unspoilt
untainted
disparate
patterns
with
enthusiastic
convictions
&
presumed
affinity
apprehended
intact
with
scope
& clarity
of
extraneous
exclusive
binding
styles
transience
embraced
with
energy
individuals
taste
the
esoteric
grandiose
positivity
in
simultaneous
pathos
unspoilt
&
incompatible
in
their
antithesis
of
naivety
elemental
introspection
ironic
ambivalent
inner
necessity
emphatic
yet
superficial
initiation
simple
honest
unspoilt
creativity
becoming
visible
beginnings
of
discovery
in
significant
similar
visual
connections
Written June 5, 2025, for contest: Etheree Of Your Heart - Sponsor: Ink Empress
Syllable count verified: www.howmanysyllables.com
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Breeze
broadcasts
charming pace
beats of the breeze
girls with clumsy legs
scrutinize for snail beads —
to the seamless sapphire sky
amid the swarm of silky clouds,
sculpt morphs into cobalt-hued visor
spume tails hover from peaks with cyclic bliss
winsome enthusiasm in our core swathes —
storm hooves herald the dawn of high tide
enshrines recall of past paths roved
rings rhythm of earned respite care
in sound and unspoilt place —
weaving whimsy waves
soothes my spirit.
drawn gold sky,
soul glint
stream
For me you’re designed, mesmeric scarred moon,
grace gleams in the convolute cradle of cyan night,
slithers in the silken sky I create for you,
a turquoise trail you trace in my heart incised.
Thunder cloud surges from the edge of stained night,
the debris of the splintered sky swathes me.
You retreat in the glare of anguish lightning,
searing the slivers of my fissured essence.
I travel in the tempest of strife,
serenade the broken notes of an unsung song,
in sync with the symphony of flawed passion,
making untuned melody in the snapped string of memory.
In the blemished visage of the veiled sun,
I paint on the scraped sensual canvas
your frail face with fragmentary fervor,
sedately smiling eyes sparkle my deranged dream.
On the charismatic canvas cracked,
my failing longing lingers in your effervescent eyes.
Etched in the invented lattice of patterned splendor,
your unsplit smile shimmers unspoilt.
STRATEGY
a spatial
boundary
dismantled
from
memory
tranquil
cropped
in
an
encoded
facade
encroached
by
eloquent
realms
of unspoilt
semi- abstract
crests
glistening
phenomena
patterned
representation
consonances
plays of light
in recurring
ambivalent
composition
indifferent
intractable
invisible
dynamic
contrasts
summed up
in the
unfamiliar
ELOQUENCE
a
reticent
celebration
of ambiguity
latent
licit
straightforward
yet
oblique
interpretation
beyond
the
inner image
nurtured
in
connected
tendencies
to evolve
closely
obsessive
an ambivalent
narrative
observed
in
dreamy
abandon
of
unmistakable
pleasure
initiated
in
the
unconscious
made
manifest
by
desire
once
repressed
derived
by
a sense
of
intimacy
I need an escape
to the Exuma Cays
so I can navigate the tropical seas
and leave my footprints behind
on the unspoilt sand bars
in the glorious sun !
Written by : Mia Pratt,
Unstoppable beauty,
Ultra wild wildflowers,
Under plum windswept skies!
Uplifting gay colors.
Unspoilt rampant meadow,
Unwilling to be bound.
Unusual colors.
Written on May 1, 2021
For: Pleiades U Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
On the canvas of primal beauty, our planet blue,
a unique dot of singularity in the cosmos infinite,
the earth strives to maintain the pristine astral hue.
In the realm of splendor unspoilt nature’s entities grew
in harmony with tenets of stable innate equilibrium right,
on the canvas of primal beauty, our planet blue.
On evolution trail man arrived turning a hostile species new,
exploits resources crossing sustainability rubicorn, not right,
the earth strives to maintain the pristine astral hue.
The swarm of ingesting insect called progress creeps through,
devours the green forest cover going fast out of sight,
on the canvas of primal beauty, our planet blue.
Toxic greenhouse gases are slowly brewing in the milieu,
global warming situation is posing extreme climatic plight,
the earth strives to maintain the pristine astral hue.
Glaciers and ice sheets melt, groundwater is depleting too,
the steady rise of sea-level scenario is the cause of fright.
On the canvas of primal beauty, our planet blue,
the earth strives to maintain the pristine astral hue.
April 14, 2021
Contest : A Major World Problem
Sponsor : L. Milton Hankins
preoccupations
with paradise
sans
illusions
yet in retreat
beyond
the artwork
this spur to create
an inner
necessity
the starting point
devoid
of content
yet the soul
is
visible
the unspoilt
revealed
beginnings
become
the
end
In a warm damp place full of vibrant green
Grows life that many have rarely seen
Unspoilt by those who are fuelled by greed
It exists from mother nature's seed
A paradise in colour and sound
From birds in trees to frogs on ground
The carpet moss and ferns grow strong
As bouts of rain each day are long
The mountain tops with melting snow
Combined with rain make rivers flow
Then rush on through to high cliff walls
And cascade down in waterfalls
Our planet is a fragile place
But many just don't see
That if we don't protect our earth
All life will cease to be
We must stop off shore drilling
And polluting earth's blue seas
Our sky and soil is tainted
And they're killing honey bees
We must be better stewards
Before it's all too late
For it we don't take action now
We'll seal our planets fate
white
clean shirts
drying in
sunlight on line
washed in detergent soap by mother’s hand!
our minds nurtured by mother’s love and care,
should last lifetime,
unspoilt by
time and
wear!
‘Double Tetractys 6’ Poetry contest
Eve Roper
Syllable count 1,2,3,4,10,10,4,3,2,1 (PS)
Written 22/11/2020
composed on Photo 1
quenching storm
upon my skin
traces
sweet pleasing path
for my body lay
safe splendor
of its
live music
sensation flow
steady and soft
sooths my heart
bliss unspoilt
10/12/2020
meandering
along the hinterland
relentlessly I search
for innocent love
in the remoteness
of unspoilt territory…
a hopeless romantic
making inroads into
inaccessibility
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