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watercolors [revisited]
with each brush stroke
words float before her
in rivulets of color
soft shades of apple blossom
melded to blue
she is reminded of you
floating and dancing
in watery bliss
whispered brush strokes
through tall grasses of green
curling and rubbing their
gentle thoughts into her skin
colors glistening everywhere
with beautiful words wrapped
inside them
small gifts waiting to be opened
to share
hand out
blending serenely
so others can see
the beauty within
even her tears hold color
if you catch them just right
splashing onto delicate paper
they become small globes
prisms of color
on her pallet
so beautiful
sun kisses
her wet eyelashes
she sees rainbows
through slit eyes
she sighs into the wind
so warm
even that has color
wrapping its glow around her
cozy blanket
she wanders this way
through brush strokes
creating
painting him into her reality
gently as her first brush stroke
to paper
her hand guided softly
against his face blushed
his lips slightly curled
with knowing
through tangled curls soft
searching for his colors
words
that match her own
her gallery filled with
little brush stroked gifts
waiting to be opened
no longer shared
alone
words float before her
in rivulets of color
soft shades of apple blossom
melded to blue
she is reminded of you
floating and dancing
in watery bliss
whispered brush strokes
through tall grasses of green
curling and rubbing their
gentle thoughts into her skin
colors glistening everywhere
with beautiful words wrapped
inside them
small gifts waiting to be opened
to share
hand out
blending serenely
so others can see
the beauty within
even her tears hold color
if you catch them just right
splashing onto delicate paper
they become small globes
prisms of color
on her pallet
so beautiful
sun kisses
her wet eyelashes
she sees rainbows
through slit eyes
she sighs into the wind
so warm
even that has color
wrapping its glow around her
cozy blanket
she wanders this way
through brush strokes
creating
painting him into her reality
gently as her first brush stroke
to paper
her hand guided softly
against his face blushed
his lips slightly curled
with knowing
through tangled curls soft
searching for his colors
words
that match her own
her gallery filled with
little brush stroked gifts
waiting to be opened
no longer shared
alone
Published 12th Apr 2023
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12th Apr 2023 8:26pm
Dear J,
I’m still working out this limited RL thing. Until it’s resolved 🏆!
This poem is a water color painting of words to me. It’s so lovely the way you’ve used the colors to create the characters and mood of the write. Beautiful piece. H🌷
I’m still working out this limited RL thing. Until it’s resolved 🏆!
This poem is a water color painting of words to me. It’s so lovely the way you’ve used the colors to create the characters and mood of the write. Beautiful piece. H🌷
13th Apr 2023 2:11pm
Dear H🌹
Thank you so much for your beautiful comments and support which is greatly appreciated always! 🌷✨️💕
Hugs
🦋
JeJe
Thank you so much for your beautiful comments and support which is greatly appreciated always! 🌷✨️💕
Hugs
🦋
JeJe
13th Apr 2023 7:20pm
Beautiful, sensitivity in your voice, sense of soulful presence, I love the concept of it as it comes across to me of the intimacy of art.
14th Apr 2023 00:00am
Thank you so much Daniel for your thoughtful beautiful comments .. always appreciated
🦋
JeJe
🦋
JeJe
