Are we guilty?

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Eyes behold prismatic dreams

giggling through innocent childhood laughter

unadulterated!

Until, the sentinels of society

clip the creative artistry

tainting her beautiful life’s canvas

with strokes of insipid hues.

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P – Painting Poetry!

A to Z Challenge – Nature and I

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Nature has always been a favorite muse of artists, writers and story tellers. There is something magical about the natural world that kindles the imagination and evokes evocative emotions in people. I am no different.

My head is filled with words all askew, as I struggle to put them on paper. The insipid letters weave a dull composition devoid of a soul. In search of inspiration, the open invitation of nature beckons me. I amble out on a leisurely walk, to infuse my pen with the scents and colors of nature, to paint a poetry of verses.

(I have attempted an acrostic haiku for POETRY)

Portrait of night inks

a luminescent mural

raven carousal

Orchestrating awe

a prismatic pageantry

vibrant potpourri

Enraged tempest brews

sculpts torrential emotions

stormy graffiti

Twilight tidings blend

a palette of colors splash

heavenly canvas

Reflective silence

a panoramic snowfall

white calligraphy

Yellow sunshine smiles

animated landscape spurs

inspired quill blossoms.

You can read my earlier posts of the challenge here.

Painting Poetry!

Girl, Window, Beauty, Hands, Dreamy, Flashback, Thinks
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I sit by the window with a cup of coffee

 watching my thoughts meander.

In gay abandon, they drift like the wispy dandelions,

scattering fragments across the cascading beams of the morning rays,

across the wooded trail,

ruffling the russet autumn leaves into a gaily prance,

kissing the honeyed petals bright,

splashing around in the cool gurgling brook.

Infused with the scents of nature,

I collect my thoughts with tender love.

The white paper waits in anticipation

for the words from my quill

to paint a poetic portrait of verses.

dVerse open night link hosted by Linda.

Beauty in Chaos!

blue white and pink abstract painting
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Swirls in turbulence

rhythm in cacophony

pattern in randomness

melody in disharmony

 inspiration in conflict

perfection in divergence

art in a mess

connect in asunder

novelty in mundane,

If you pause and observe

there is beauty in chaos too!

The Decision!

Image credit- Elena Mozhvilo- Unsplash

Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see prompt #47

Tears of happiness welled up in Gina’s eyes, as she watched her son being helped onto the stage to receive a prize for his painting. Today his paintings were much sought after, the world over, bringing him fame and money.

Walking back 20 years in time, she recalled the day, her world had shattered when her young son was diagnosed with autism. It took her some time to come out of the shock.  But she did not let fate define her son’s life.

She introduced him to the world of colors. Today, looking at his old sketch book she was glad with her decision.

Rain – The Artist!

In response to iScriblr.com’s Freedom of Expression Challenge #21, for the prompt word “RAIN”

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The arid tanned landscape

paints a picture so gloomy,

the languid eyes look up in earnest

at the clear blue skies

waiting to be enveloped by

the dark grey clouds

to shower pearly white drops

washing the dusty brown land anew.

The fresh scent of petrichor

the drops bring in,

paints the earth in hues of green

the aqua waters of the sea swell up,

the crimson petals of flowers

lie scattered on the pavement, satiated

every living soul comes alive

O Rain,

the flora and fauna

rejoices as you shower

your silver elixir!

The blank canvas!

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photo by Ricardo Viana via Unsplash

In response to Sonya’s 3 line tale, week # 130

Mini loved her world of colours and could infuse life into any canvas with her brushes, much to the chagrin of her father, who wanted her to pursue sciences like him.

After a heated altercation with him in the morning, she came back from school, aghast to find all her paintings trampled and colors scattered all across the floor.

From then on, her life was just an insipid blank canvas, devoid of any colors or emotions.

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