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.

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Painting Poetry!

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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.

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Birth of Poetry!

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A slice of love,

 blanket of gloom,

swirl of ecstasy,

fusillade of anger,

echo of laughter,

whiff of freshness,

pain of heartbreak,

onus of responsibility,

pleasure of passion,

tinge of envy,

grace of maturity,

tussle of thoughts,

turmoil of decisions,

rut of the mundane,

voice of truth,

veil of deceit,

thrill of adrenaline,

silence of solitude.

As my quill dips into inks

from the palette of life,

emotion of thoughts,

beauty of words synthesize,

in perfect harmony,

poetry takes its first breath!