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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The Rabbit That Colours
A sonnet about Fiona's colouring some of which you can see in the video 🖼️🖌️🐇🎨🐰🖍️🖼️So Many Pencils, Pens And PaintsColours Applied Between The LinesRabbit At Work, Art Cannot WaitWorking Toward A Picture Fine🐇🎨🐰Colours That Flow Onto The PageFrom Pots And Pens To The PaperSome Pictures Can They Take An AgeThey'll Be Finished Sometime Later🐇🎨🐰Rabbit Colours, Rabbit WorkingHues That Flow Into The OutlinesImages Brought To Life That SingBeauty Toasted With Fine Dry Wine🐇🎨🐰The Empty Shapes Now Are So FullFinished Pictures So Beautifule🖼️🖌️🐇🎨🐰🖍️🖼️
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
Melodies of the Moonlit Flute
In the heart of night, beneath the silver moon,A melody begins to softly croon.A flute, so delicate, so pure and sweet,Its haunting notes, a dancer's nimble feet.Its silver pipes, a graceful, winding stream,Guiding listeners through a moonlit dream.Each breath exhaled, a whisper in the air,A spellbinding enchantment, beyond compare.The moonlight dances on each trembling note,A symphony of shadows, a melodious coat.Its song transcends the boundaries of time,A sacred chant, a holy, ancient rhyme.So hush now, listen to the flute's soft call,Let its music gently lift and enthrall.For in its melody, a world is spun anew,A place where dreams and reality are one, true. The moonlit flute, a mystical sight to see,An instrument of magic, of purity.It weaves its spell, enchanting all who hear,A timeless beauty, forever held dear. So let the melodies of the moonlit flute,Guide you through the night, serene and mute.For in its music, a tale is told,Of love, of longing, of mysteries untold. Embrace the music, let it take flight,And waltz with the stars in the velvet night.For in the arms of the moonlit flute,We find our solace, our eternal pursuit.
By Raj’s Vocal3 years ago in Poets
