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"Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen" Da Vinci

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  • paint_a_poem 5d

    #home

    / Lohri is the festival of renewal when you are out with the old and in with the new, physical or mental.A home with all its senses gets a new life but what makes it alive are the souls that reside/

    A Home Speaks

    I get a new lease of life, a deserving renewal
    From a derelict ruin to a home burning bright
    When my hidden eyes see new light
    With new windows wide and bright

    My chimney dusted sparkles with life
    I breathe easy in smells brewing new
    My ears listen to all the happy murmurs
    As the walls now speak of beauty within

    Whitewashed and painted, a marvel to look at
    I shall be filled with colours like a rainbow
    Cyan, purple, turquoise, marble and aubergine will be added
    Decorated, curtained, carpeted, pruned and feted

    The bonfires of Lohri consume the old and unused
    Old thoughts and beliefs and the ones that abused
    Renovated and redecorated am a shining, glowing beauty
    My outer surface begets new upholstery

    But I know that beauty is skin deep
    So dig deep into my bones
    My heart and soul belong to a place called Home
    The people who reside and call it their Own

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    14 Jan 22

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    Home

    The bonfires of Lohri consume the old and unused
    Old thoughts and beliefs, and the ones that abused
    Renovated and redecorated am a shining, glowing beauty
    My outer surface begets new upholstery

    But I know that beauty is skin deep
    So dig deep into my bones
    My heart and soul belong to a place called Home
    The people who reside and call it their Own

    14 Jan 22
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  • paint_a_poem 1w

    #place

    //This is a delightful prompt.
    Is a place to write mostly not considered a priority that deserves your time and attention ? //

    / A room.of her own /

    My ideal place for writing would be amongst sprawling meadows and lawns, lush surroundings, amidst gurgling brooks and streams, where sunlight filters amidst glistening leaves.

    This picturesque, Utopian landscape is close to L.M.Montegomery's description of Prince Edward's Island, where if I remember, "meadows slope to mist of pearl and purple".

    In the absence of such Sylvan atmosphere, chirping sparrows and nature's delight, I satisfy myself with my meagre, metropolitan, manmade hideout.

    Virgina Wolfe has mentioned that a woman should have a Room of Her Own if she were to make a success of her literary pursuits.

    A bedroom with a comfortable chair and table, a notepad, a multitude of colourful pens, some peace and silence are what I require and need to make sense of my thoughts and write..

    In this digital age, these recede in the background as there are various writing tools and techniques, and apps to write.

    A clean, non messy and tidy atmosphere creates an ambience to write and makes it an almost meditative journey, where you can find peace and pleasure in words and language, which certainly deserve your time and respect.

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    10 Jan 22

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    Place

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    10 Jan 22

  • paint_a_poem 2w

    Clerihew

    J k Rowling
    Redefined fantasy literature and sent witches howling
    Made us believe in mysteries, marvels and creatures magical
    Poetic justice, triumph of goodness and grace in her stories whimsical

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    2 Jan 21

  • paint_a_poem 2w

    #cees_wpt_chall
    @luvnotes_challenge_host


    /Pilgrim's Progress/

    Older than history and even older than tradition
    Are holy cities drenched in culture from Puranic times
    A consecrated call from far and wide
    Sets off a pilgrimage of observance of rules

    Where floating diyas on placid rivers
    Are peace offerings to departed souls
    A once in a lifetime expedition
    To absolve us all of all unholy sins impure

    Journey where mystics and cultural patrons gather
    A paradise for wayfarers from all faiths and lands unknown
    Peregrinating through streets untravelled
    Voyaging through roads that newly unravel

    Amidst friendly strangers in unbeknownst lands
    What makes one travel amongst hardship and fatigue
    A purpose higher than this lowly life perhaps
    To achieve salvation and inner peace?

    1 Jan 21
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    Pilgrim's progress

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    1Jan 21

  • paint_a_poem 4w

    #weather

    /Saving you from cold chills, the cold hearted and wet blankets is Warm Weather greeting you on a cold wintry day. An ode to warm weather /

    /Warm weather/

    She is warm weather on a cloudy day, that seeps into cold bones with the warmth of a fireplace, making icicles fall and the cup of mirth overflow.

    When cold winds blow and hailstorms hover, she peeps through windows to cast warm rays on dreary, drab surroundings.

    When cold feet quiver and cold souls shrivel, she feels like warm wine on a cold evening, fermented in the vineyards of Bordeaux.

    A refreshing glass of lemonade on balmy, humid days, she lifts the mist and fog that blurs your vision.

    She is the Dawn that vanquishes Dusk with Warmth and Effervescence , conquering frigid, frozen smiles and Brumal slumbers, she is Warmth Weather on a cold wintry day.

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    23 Dec 21

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    Warm weather

    23 Dec 21
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  • paint_a_poem 4w

    Summer in December

    The warmth of summer in December
    An andante that fades to remember
    Roads travelled, memories made
    Waves of opuses yet to be played
    Remains of spring are lost
    When another year begins with Prost

    ©paint_a_poem
    19 Dec 21

  • paint_a_poem 5w

    #nightsky

    / Starlight, Starbright/

    / The clear blue unpolluted sky is hardly visible in the city and there is not a single star is sight. However in the remote Havelock Island, the sky shimmers with stars, making us wonder if we share the same skies/

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    Starlight, Starbright

    Beyond city limits
    In an unspoilt, unpolluted land
    The night sky shimmers
    Brighter than Hade's diamond

    Amongst the eight eight constellations
    Of stars glittering bright
    We found the brightest star of all
    The Radiant Orion showering Orinoids

    A crystal clear black sky
    Above a blacker sea of endless limits
    With a horizon with no end
    And pearly white seashore

    Hidden from World's prying eyes
    In a faraway land, a hidden gem
    Moonless starry nights
    Stars twinkling, a tantelising sight

    Jewels of a pristine land
    Tucked away, a remote island
    Meteors shower diamonds
    Shooting stars pass by

    An opaline skyline
    Lustrous and prismatic
    Ablaze with irridescent stars
    We leave behind incandescent hearts





    ©paint_a_poem
    15 Dec 21

  • paint_a_poem 5w

    #archaic #irecallc

    / Using the words given in the prompt, based on my imagination/


    /From caliginosity to effulgence/

    I have travelled through Hell's caligenous paths
    Fed by grief and sorrow chained by Devil's claws
    When Dawn was Dusk and Light was Dark
    White was Black and Laughter, Tears

    I recall Demons disguised as Angels
    Beckoning me to Hell's thunderous Fall
    When Life was Death and Joy was Murder
    Dressed in Bleak and Hideous Overalls

    Now am beyond the reach of Behometh's evil call
    Out of Leviathan's lucid lure
    Out of Darkness into Luminous Light
    From Shadows of Death to Seventh Heaven

    Away from Peril and Evil Eyes
    Blessed by Grace, Unto Effulgent Days

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    From caliginosity to effulgence

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    13 Dec 21

  • paint_a_poem 6w

    #topography


    // Green Seas and Yellow Submarines//

    My mind is careening with thoughts
    But the sea is calm, never-ending blue
    Beneath the sanguine waves beats a melody of tunes
    Facing me are swirling waves

    Billowing sheets of beguiling sea sprays
    On endless stretches of glittering sands
    Sea turns from cyan to.pulsating purple
    In just minutes which feels like eternity

    Panicked children amidst engulfing waves
    An evening.enriched by golden sands and skies
    Turtles and crab reappear once more
    Birds of prey head back home

    Amidst the cacophony of muddled minds
    Lies 'the sky of blue, sea of green',
    Life of ease, soaking the sun
    Where you believe in Yellow Submarines

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    9 Dec 21

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    Green seas and yellow submarines

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    9 Dec 21

  • paint_a_poem 6w

    #december #decemberc

    / I wished December to go away but she was resolute and here to stay/

    DECEMBER BLUES

    December and I had a rendezvous
    My feet were frostbitten and turning blue
    Cold winds were blowing my ears away
    Tearing my hair and searing my eyes

    I wished December to go away
    My travel plans were already derailed
    Why do you bring biting cold and snow covered steps?
    Chapped lips and feet and nights cold as hell?

    I asked December to hide and disappear
    Please save me your season's greetings!
    Jump right to the next year please
    I don't fancy fireplaces but cherry blossoms and spring

    December was resolute- she had 31 days
    She was to live all of it and could not be hurried
    If you enjoy sunshine and flowers and flowing meadows
    Make way for the cold and bitter chills

    There will be sunshine and smiles and cheers
    But there also will be sadness and salt mixed tears
    If you enjoy the Sun, make way for Rain
    Bring an umbrella and play again

    ©paint_a_poem
    5 Dec 21

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    December Blues

    There will be sunshine and smiles and cheers
    But there also will be sadness and salt mixed tears
    If you enjoy the Sun, make way for Rain
    Bring an umbrella and play again

    ©paint_a_poem
    5 Dec 21