- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Sunset Sonata
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Click hereCrimson canvas standing stark
amid black and blue.
Sailing song of tempered lark
adding yellow hue.
Painted scales listing brush
filling pink tip.
Orange note sounding hush
rushes golden slip.
Concerto trace of claret wine
washing in new shades.
Tinted color loses shine
symphony fades.
- COMMENTS
lobomaoover 18 years agoI haunt my favorite gallery
a guilty pleasure of mine
and wander aimlessly
amongs all the works displayed
some lead to mystic places
others reach out to touch
with bold colors and broad strokes
I always hope deep in my heart
to see something new
from my favorite painter
I stare long minutes
at the masterful hand
of a well toned brush
the pastiche amazes me
textures as rich
as a heady wine
the colors entice and enspell
and allways leave me
curious hungry
for more and more
so I have to go to the cafe
conviently next door
and I ponder
as the words and pastry
are digested
the wonder and the power
of all cymry chooses to share
LeBrozover 18 years agoSuperb ~ again. Go ahead, let all the words of praise you've earned go to your head!
Anonymousover 18 years agoI've always felt somewhat sad at sunset... "Tinted color loses shine symphony fades." describes that melancholy mood perfectly. A time to be near, and close, to a loved one!
Anonymousover 18 years agoAn excellent poem. It reads like a painting. Great rythmn and ryhming, too. Excellent stuff!
