HIS PALETTE
I have seen clouds like these
Pink, in the late dawn sky.
Creeping through the trees
Still dressed in silhouettes.
Al the while the twitter-ers
The chirpers and the whistlers
Are sounding choruses of light
Singing of olden dreams
Singing of future hope
I have seen clouds like these
Pink, in the late dawn sky.
I often wonder, where does God
Hide his palette? is it
At the end of his rainbows
HIS PALETTE© gillena cox 2017
Artistic Interpretations with Margaret - Small Town Inspiration...
Margaret gave us a few paintings to write a new poem about
I chose -Paul Whitener (1911-1959) Unfinished Landscape, @1950, Oil
The skies are, indeed, some of Nature's most striking arts.
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I love the rhetorical question at the end ❤️ Beautifully penned.
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Lovely write Gillena.
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The chirpers and the whistlers
Are sounding choruses of light'
Beautiful description of the beauty of the dawn.
Anna :o]
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Sweet. Wherever he hides it he makes damn good use of it.
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Thank you for taking us away with a painting of a painting through the brush strokes of imagination.
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God's pallette indeed. A lovely morning to wake up with...
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Nice on coloring the clouds, I enjoyed reading this. It is the first time to see concern for the color choice for the clouds.
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Your repetition is so effective. I love this Gillena
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oh my God...your last lines took me....beautiful poem!
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I love the palettes of Nature...
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I often wonder, where does God
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At the end of his rainbows
God is always there for us to wonder. It can't be the same where humans are so frail!
Hank
Glad you addressed the conceit of awe in my poem Hank
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God does have a wonderful color pallet. You have captured his brush in beautiful poetics.
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Very inspirational Gillena! TFS :)
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