
Portovenere, Italy ~ Luca Libralato
Brushstrokes of blue and gray
outline the puffy clouds.
Broad swipes of teal and aquamarine
meet the neverending horizon.
Swells of purest white
rise from the blue depths.
As my fingers reach for the canvas,
my gaze travels to the brushes,
and I shake my head.
No painting is needed
to capture the perfect day.
I stare around me
at nature’s perfect handiwork.
Nature truly is artwork. Great poem, Susanne!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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An author requested I write it more uplifting and rhyming, so he could compose music to it. I rewrote it as Nature’s Perfect Mirror.
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Lovely, Susanne!!
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Thank you so much.
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