I started a painting
With oils of a hue
That reflect my thoughts
And visions of you.
A bit of a puzzle as to where to begin
Before or after where we’ve been
Starting fresh, I turn the page
Should I paint envy with the green of sage
Or sadness with hints of blue
Red for the passion of youth
Golden leaves for the bright days
Somber brown for forgotten ways
I think I’ll put the paints away
Wait for better memories my mind to play.
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I love your colourful words, Cheryl, they really spring off the page!
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Thank you for reading!
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Excellent rhyming and rhythm, Cheryl. I think you’ve definitely “painted” a picture there. 🙂
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Thanks for reading
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My pleasure!
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This is a beautiful poem Cheryl. Emotions expressed with words or colors. Thanks for joining in the challenge
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Thank you
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You’re welcome 😉
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A picture paints a thousand words
But I can’t hold a brush
I try to capture thoughts of you
But it all turns to mush
Paint like tears keeps running down
The canvas of my cheek
And no amount of artistry
Will say just what I seek
To say to you, relay to you
The love I feel. So when
The brush keeps shaking in my hand
Instead I use a pen
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Love this!
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I tried to paint a Diplodocus, true to form it was out of focus 🤣
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😃
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