it begins with

 

blue 

blue iris

blooming blue iris

in spring, fresh as dew

heradling a season of flowers-

delicate pink hydrangeas,forget-

me-nots, red roses and orange-gold marigolds

lavender and purple, mixed with laughter & cries

of children, stories & jokes on mustard picnic blankets-

my balcony circled by bright yellow zinnas & orange calendulas

let me remember the pattern of joy

& the weaved threads of gladness-

sun-wheel of blessings-  

before my memories 

sloppily-slip in the 

rain

Alma Thomas, The Eclipse (1970), acrylic on canvas, Smithsonian American Art Museum

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Poetics:   Writing Something Beautiful, hosted by Melissa Lemay.  Thanks for your visits and comments.

A Painter Without A Brush

 

the brush is a mongrel moon

a sop of soap stone, lump of foolish

grains in my hands, grey from winter

my fingertips are callous

unfeeling of any rhythm on canvas

i am slumbering shadow of dust

among the fine selections of books in garden

the sun brings a jingle of spring's eyes

as bouquet of wildflowers for the first

time & i am enamored with torrential clouds

of hues, shapes & hollows & tangent of words, whorls

of verses, as if famished, i drink it slowly

colors infuse & thrum, sharp as limes & lemons

my lips are basted by magenta & saffron spice

uncorked, honeycomb drips unabashed on ground

bees alight in morning blush of dewdrop

as if i am apricot tulip, budding rosy 

a new day, i 

am

Title from:  A Painter Without a Brush (Gerhard Richter)

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub -  Poetics:  The Poet as Painter,  Hosted by Laura Bloomsbury.   Please join us for a wonderful prompt at 3pm EST.

Dreamer

i soar up the sky
white is the colour of my dream
curled in ice crystal clouds


higher and bolder 
black is the ink of my pen
circling the open fields, beyond


my brown wingspan,  i touch
the wild azure, covering feathers
with gold dust and grains


star gazing, i sprawl 
across the page, river edge
in red, green and blue




Posted for Poetry Jam:   Color Your Life:  red, green and blue are primary colors
and Haiku Heights:  prompt is page - my suggestion for HH (aka Heaven)


picture credit:   here

Never regret

Never regret.

If you had tried something and it turned out well, it’s wonderful.

If it didn’t,  it is an experience.