oh, the light
plays
with soft brushes,
braised
tones, textures, nuance;
tickling shadows, paints its canvas
morning’s
rose dance with tangerine,
noon’s pale lemon splash,
evening’s
plum indigo wine
grey rain rags wash each surface clean
give respite behind sparked, grumbling clouds
peppered mirrors wave, refreshed,
wait on sole arbiter of beauty’s
holy cast
Written in piaku form.
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So beautifully colored Li.
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Thank you, Sadje, glad you like it.
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You’re most welcome my friend
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Lovely. Like a word painting. I especially like your last stanza.
grey rain rags wash each surface clean
give respite behind sparked, grumbling clouds
peppered mirrors dance, refreshed,
wait on sole arbiter of beauty’s
holy cast
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Thank you, Ali.
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some lovely adjectives Lisa in this painterly poem (we chose the same pic) but “tickling shadows” nails it for me
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Hey Laura, good to see you. Thank you for reading and your comment ❤
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Very nice Lisa!
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Dwight, thank you.
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You are welcome!
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I love the picture!
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Carrie finds some good ones to write to 🙂
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This is utterly gorgeous Lisa! I love the life and vivid scene you have painted here!
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Many thanks, Carrie. ❤
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I am not a painter, but as a keen photographer I can relate. Everything is about the light.
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Sean, thank you. Well-said.
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You did well with the painting. I’d like to see the finished
product, visually. You also worked it well with the Piaku form,
I sort of like it. Really though, too many single (1’s) in Pi
making syllables for me. I generally write a Pi poem or ditty
on March 13, I missed this year, we were on a cruise having
its Internet broken.
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https://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/search?q=pi
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Thanks Jim, for your kind and thoughtful comment.
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Color and light are inseparable. Lovely. (K)
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Thanks, K.
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We may choose the colours but light decides what we see. Delightful, Lisa.
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Keith, well-said. Thank you 🙂
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Wow, Lisa, you just keep blowing my mind how you put together these poems based on a photo!
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Christian, thank you very much.
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Love the combination of a new form and those amazing colors! Enchanting and vivid!
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So happy you enjoyed the poem, Wyndolynne, thank you 🙂
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Felt every texture, bathed in every hue … and the form ~~ blew me away. You are one intrepid poet.
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Helen, what a lovely comment. Thank you ❤
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Love where you went here Lisa. I took a similar approach to this image. “wait on sole arbiter of beauty’s holy cast” .. strong line my friend. ✌🏼❤️
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Thank you, Rob! I had written sole arbiter of beauty down the day before about something else, and when I started writing this it worked its way in to this poem. Perfect example data mining riches in some of the most grimy dark holes one can find themselves in.
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I see and feel the colors in this. You have written in artistic brush strokes of poetry. Beautiful
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❤ Thank you very much, Susie.
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This is so beautiful, Lisa, and I love the connection and contrast between the last two stanzas!
❤
David
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Thanks much, David, glad you enjoyed that aspect ❤
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Love the turns of phrase throughout this poem, Lisa! Especially this section:
“morning’s
rose dance with tangerine,
noon’s pale lemon splash,
evening’s
plum indigo wine”
And love those “grumbling clouds” too! “-)
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Sunra, thank you ❤
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