by cymry
An excellent poem. It reads like a painting. Great rythmn and ryhming, too. Excellent stuff!
I'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!
Superb ~ again. Go ahead, let all the words of praise you've earned go to your head!
I 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