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MINDLESS MEANDERINGS

 

 

 

I lay my colours down

one over the other

creating hues

and shades

that drift like smoke

across the page

creating scenes

that change and change about

abstract curves

that curl and swirl

and change direction

 

at my whim

autumnal trees

intertwine within my mind

with springtime scenes

of life and birth

of waking earth

then softly falling snow

that blankets all.

 

I lay my colours down

 

one over the other

 

destroying hues

 

changing shades

 

             blurring the page

                                 with   slow    sad   brush     strokes.

◄ OUT OF FOCUS

RUNNING THE GAUNTLET ►

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Flyntland

Sun 11th Dec 2022 14:37

Thank you keith, no I am not an impressionist my only claim to artistic fame is that all my greeting/christmas cards are hand painted.
I am not even sure where the poem came from - it arived in one piece completly out of the blue - I am sure many of you know the feeling of 'where did that come from?'
Uilleam it's cold outside - no excuses - get those paints out.
MY further thanks to those who read and liked.

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keith jeffries

Sat 10th Dec 2022 12:01

Reading between the lines am I right in thinking that you are an impressionist? An intriguing poem.
Thanks
Keith

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Sat 10th Dec 2022 10:15

Thanks. That reminds me, I've been meaning to have another go at watercolours.

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