I accepted the challenge on Linkedin to write a new version of A Perfect Summer Day that rhymes; now, it’s a love poem.
Broad brushstrokes of blue and gray
Meet to greet the perfect day.
The meandering swipes of teal
Mirror how you make me feel.
The foaming white swells drift apart,
As your kiss lingers in my heart.
My fingers reach for the brush,
But I tell my mind to hush.
No painting needed today
To capture the perfect day.
Nature speaks of the time
When you were only mine.
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.
Portovenere, Italy ~ Luca Libralato
Brushstrokes of blue and gray
to outline the puffy clouds.
Broad swipes of teal and aquamarine
to meet the neverending horizon.
Swells of purest white
will 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.
COLORS, LIGHT, ACTION
A more perfect picture there cannot be.
Bright colors as far as the eye could see.
Blue, yellow, red, orange, purple and green.
A frame is needed for this gorgeous scene.
If I could walk into this masterpiece,
My life would be so calming and at peace.
Colors.
Blues.
Pinks.
Light.
Movement.
Paint.
Strokes.
Lines.
What else comes to mind?
Art.
Starry Night Over the Rhone, Vincent van Gogh.
The night walks on tiptoes,
not wanting to wake the sleeping.
The water shimmers in silence
beneath the starry sky.
In the distance, lights flicker
from boats and buildings.
We walk the shore
in the hazy mist of lights.
Lights to comfort the weary
who can’t lay their heads to sleep.
We will walk until the dark blue
turns orange and yellow with sunrise.
Until the streets fill with others
on their way to begin their day.
Gone is the starry night
where silence hides hideous sins.
Time to retreat until the starry night
returns once more.
Portovenere, Italy ~ Luca Libralato
Brush strokes of blue and gray
to fill in the puffy clouds.
Crayon swipes of teal and aquamarine
to meet the neverending horizon.
Each wave swell of purest white
rises from the depths of dark blue.
My fingers reach for the canvas.
My eyes travel to the brushes.
I shake my head.
No painting is needed.
No copy will diminish the essence
of a perfect summer day at the shore.
COLORS, LIGHT, ACTION
A more perfect picture there cannot be.
Bright colors as far as the eye could see.
Blue, yellow, red, orange, purple and green.
A frame is needed for this gorgeous scene.
If I could walk into this masterpiece,
Life would be so calming and at peace.
A hint of me.
A little green dab.
A dark blue stroke.
A few black lines.
That’s all you need.
Just a hint of me.
SUSANNE LEIST 