Lilting lilies lull her eye
with lyric necks of stems.
Peering through their arching green tresses,
a sensuous echo of clouds explodes
in a saunter of silent sound
rolling across extensive blue exteriors.
Dabbing her brush,
rich silhouettes sing simplicity
in shining shocks of color.
She paints the morning’s alliteration
to counter the lull of lilies.
Brenda Warren 2012
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The lull of lilies really anchored the artist in the poem well. Late, late…better than never.
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Late getting here, Brenda. This is a lovely poem about an artist. It makes me want to paint.
Pamela
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This is a poem you can sing. It moves along like a melody.
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I find it amazing that the mere mention of the word “alliteration” can sprout such incredible imagery in every poem written for this prompt, Bren. Yours is no exception. The artist hidden paints with intricate stroke with a master touch! Well done.
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I love when a poet can brush words on paper and produce such rich work … you’ve done that here – very nice use of alliteration and imagery brenda … I can visualize this perfectly.
http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2012/09/deaths-silhouette.html
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Capturing the artists calling… wonderful.
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You first line is my fav! And then the rest fall into line behind….
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Watch out for that typo!
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Oh Brenda, I really like the ‘lyric necks of stems’ and ‘lilting lilies lull’. Good alliteration.
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Gorgeous. The lull of lilies is a beautiful thought.
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Beautifully done, Brenda. Love the idea of the lilies’ tresses. 🙂
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Your poem is a feast, Brenda! Words and sounds explode on the page! Your alliteration is gorgeous: “rich silhouettes sing simplicity.” Loved your last lines: “She paints the morning’s alliteration to counter the lull of lilies.”
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Ah the artist’s eye for colour, nature and, all things beautiful. Lovely imagery of how a true artist would see a morning.
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Your verse makes me want to get out my colored pencils and capture nature as it is now…
All the lilies have gone…so I’ll have to imagine the calla lily that bloomed in my sisters California yard…
I played with Walt’s list here:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/09/sunday-whirl-74stroll.html
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Long live light-lifting lilies! Lull, the wordler wears your skin.
(or something like that. trans: BRAVA!)
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