Writing with a Paintbrush
At the Seashore by S. Anderson
Winter
grumbles
its
gray across the sky,
but
I dance in the sea spill
of
blue racing across the sand
and
summon July’s spirit
to
pinch my cheeks with summer.
Beescape by P. D. Laine
Concrete
molds me
into
its city hum
of
traffic growl
and
chaotic motion.
Outside
my window
honeybees
find their Eden
in
a small plot of purple
and
gold daises.
I
press my hands to the glass
to
feel the irony.
bird of paradise
winged
blooms perched on stems
color’s
flight pattern
Fire & Ice by S. Anderson
Sunlight
skinny dips
in
November’s chill
Daydreams
learn to swim
in
the season of frosted breath.
Green Paradise by B. Grimes
Green
stems cackle
their
song of June
to
yellow blossoms
plump
with sun.
Flower Impression by S. Edwards
Morning
glories
bloom
their impression
of
heaven, bold petals
command
a hallelujah
from
pressed lips
void
of gratitude.
Sunrise by G. Hill
I
watch the mountain open its eyes
of
bright yellow morning and
I
reach for handfuls of light.
Sun
poems sing from the tips of my fingers.
Bee Tree by P. D. Laine
Bees
congregate on bare tree limbs.
Wings
leaf empty branches until spring’s womb
can
deliver April’s petaled offspring.
Through the Looking Glass by C. Grimes
magic
bleeds
in
rainbow droplets
april
fills its cup
Oh,
dear wooly worm, you can survive
being
frozen in place…Yesterday’s winter
feels
warmer than this Indian summer
without
his smile…How do I reach tomorrow?
All poems by ©Susie Clevenger 2019
Oh I do love how you try to hold on to summer when autumn is coming... so many colors there to remember.
ReplyDeleteI really like these. Magnificent, especially the first two and the one about morning glories!
ReplyDeletePinching July into your cheeks, in a small plot... I do marvel when I'm in NYC and the birds and butterflies do find their places! skinny dipping is PERFECT for that image! The "plump with sun" and the "hallelujah" are again spot on! Enjoyed them all.
ReplyDeleteEach of these tell a beautiful story Susie. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteSusie, you were ambitious when you wrote these covering every piece of art. Seasons and the nature of our earth are played together in natural ways, one of many lines I chose to elevate to next higher level is, "I reach for handfuls of light" when the earth of the mountain opens. We've played in different ways with more than a handful of volcanoes. I think hot, heat, and destruction with these.
ReplyDelete..
I love how you’ve done justice to all the images, Susie, and brought them to life. I’ve already heard winter grumbling here in the UK so it’s uplifting to think of you dancing ‘in the sea spill of blue racing across the sand’. I also like the honeybees finding a ‘small plot of purple and gold daisies’ among the city’s concrete and traffic – this time growling, perhaps with the irony! I think my favourite lines are:
ReplyDelete‘Daydreams learn to swim
in the season of frosted breath.’
I love how you have used all the paintings - you really bring them to life and the story flows
ReplyDeleteWow! These are beautiful! You were truly inspired.
ReplyDelete