Ageless beauty

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Ageless beauty

The artist, He, sure-handed,
Paints the world as I see,
Yet he fumbles each evening,
And spills the orange gently;
It spreads as it sinks at last,
Into a canvas of steady blue,
Mesmerizing me yet again,
With a shade so happily true.
Then as livid the artist was,
The black He sprays with rage,
A bit of cloud before the night,
Yet the sunset does not age.

Photo © Saumy Nagayach
Photo © Saumy Nagayach

(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason, 30th July 2016)

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Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

46 thoughts on “Ageless beauty”

  5. Hello. For me, I like the way you’ve portrayed how the observer sees the world as it is, however, the artist, as artists do, often portray their subject matter in a different plane, but which ever way the outcome is painted, in this instance it’s seen as ageless. That’s is my interpretation of a clever piece of writing. I must admit when I’ve written a piece it has on more than one occaision had a completely different spin commented on it than was intended, but every ones right is to interpret as they see it.

    • Yes. 🙂 In this instance, the view of the artist is not really possible to put into words, I guess. 😀 Glad you felt the writing was clever, Julian. I agree with you that the interpretation of some verses, if not all, are up to the reader.

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