BRUSHSTROKES

Broad brushstrokes of blue and gray
flow to greet the perfect day.
The meandering swipes of teal
mirror how you make me feel.
The foaming white swells drift apart
as your kiss lingers in my heart.
My fingers reach for the brush,
but I tell my mind to hush.
No painting needed today
to capture the perfect day.
Nature speaks of the time
when you were only mine.

A PERFECT SUMMER DAY

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Portovenere, Italy ~ Luca Libralato

Brushstrokes of blue and gray

outline the puffy clouds.

Broad swipes of teal and aquamarine

meet the neverending horizon.

Swells of purest white

rise from the blue depths.

As my fingers reach for the canvas,

my gaze travels to the brushes,

and I shake my head.

No painting is needed

to capture the perfect day.

I stare around me

at nature’s perfect handiwork.

TO BE ME

 Archan Nair – New Illustration titled “ Hue “

I feel lost and confused. I feel dizzy and unsure. My mind is pulled in opposite directions. What do I want? I want to create. Throw paint on a wall. Write books. Compose poetry. I want to create.

A PERFECT SUMMER DAY

 

coiour-my-world

Portovenere, Italy ~ Luca Libralato

Brushstrokes of blue and gray

to outline the puffy clouds.

Broad swipes of teal and aquamarine

to meet the neverending horizon.

Swells of purest white

will rise from the blue depths.

As my fingers reach for the canvas,

my gaze travels to the brushes,

and I shake my head.

No painting is needed

to capture the perfect day.

I stare around me

at nature’s perfect handiwork.

COLORS, LIGHT, ACTION

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COLORS, LIGHT, ACTION

A more perfect picture there cannot be.

Bright colors as far as the eye could see.

Blue, yellow, red, orange, purple and green.

A frame is needed for this gorgeous scene.

If I could walk into this masterpiece,

My life would be so calming and at peace.

STARRY NIGHT

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Starry Night Over the Rhone, Vincent van Gogh.

The night walks on tiptoes,

not wanting to wake the sleeping.

The water shimmers in silence

beneath the starry sky.

In the distance, lights flicker

from boats and buildings.

We walk the shore

in the hazy mist of lights.

Lights to comfort the weary

who can’t lay their heads to sleep.

We will walk until the dark blue

turns orange and yellow with sunrise.

Until the streets fill with others

on their way to begin their day.

Gone is the starry night

where silence hides hideous sins.

Time to retreat until the starry night

returns once more.

PERFECT

coiour-my-world

Portovenere, Italy ~ Luca Libralato

Brush strokes of blue and gray

to fill in the puffy clouds.

Crayon swipes of teal and aquamarine

to meet the neverending horizon.

Each wave swell of purest white

rises from the depths of dark blue.

My fingers reach for the canvas.

My eyes travel to the brushes.

I shake my head.

No painting is needed.

No copy will diminish the essence 

of a perfect summer day at the shore.

JUST A HINT OF ME

paintingtheimpatient

Elephant Watercolor Fine Art Giclee Print / Elephant painting / Safari wildlife painting / elephant lover gift

A hint of me.

A little green dab.

A dark blue stroke.

A few black lines.

That’s all you need.

Just a hint of me.

NO PAINTING REQUIRED

coiour-my-world

Portovenere, Italy ~ Luca Libralato

Brush strokes of blue and gray

to fill in the puffy clouds.

Crayon swipes of teal and aquamarine

to meet at the neverending horizon.

Each wave swell of the purest white

to rise from the depths of dark blue.

My fingers reach for the canvas.

My eyes travel to the brushes.

I shake my head.

No painting is needed.

No copy to diminish the essence 

of a perfect summer day at the shore.

A WHISPER

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Henri Martin, Mystic Scene, 1895

In the quiet.

There is a hum.

A whispering sound.

A pitch too high to hear.

A touch too light to feel.

We are never alone.

 

A HINT OF ME

paintingtheimpatient

Elephant Watercolor Fine Art Giclee Print / Elephant painting / Safari wildlife painting / elephant lover gift

A hint of me.

A little green dab.

A dark blue stroke.

A few black lines.

That’s all you need.

Just a hint of me.

READ THE PICTURE

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my insides

READ THE PICTURE

You can feel his pain.

His sadness.

For a life not lived to the fullest.

For a life almost over.

Sitting by the fire.

All alone.

Not even a dog by his side.