Every morning when I rise
I gaze at grace with different eyes
for pupils awed by love’s array
will gain new insights every day,
their wonder makes them wise
exploring with the curtains drawn
a canvas blanker than the dawn,
so supple one can barely tell
the middle has begun to swell
with adoration’s spawn
and as the drapes begin to part
illuming rays will coyly start
to highlight, as they slowly warm
and elevate a cherished form
from functional to art
while all the critics keen to knock
romanticism best take stock
when purest passion predicates
how any medium relates
as earnest lovers lock.
6 comments:
I love the flow of words, vivid images especially in the last line.
Yes, I love this too. It's all in the way we chose to look at life isn't it? And, every day we get another brand new chance to get it 'right' once more. You painted a lovely picture with these words Bob.
You painted a vivid picture. But I liked your 'Pithy' verse most. It really resonated with me. Thanks for visiting.
Lovely rhyming post...I do like the opening stanza...
Happy day to you ~
Hi everybody, thanks for your awesome comments!!
Clever collective thoughts!
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