I am very sure @reeniereid1 would be surprised to see her art on the prompt today. I actually stumbled upon it on twitter. My first thought was “I have seen a picture for DWW PICTURE POETRY”.
Join me today on the prompt. This could be the writing relief you have been waiting for.
- See picture
- Compose a poem inspired by picture with words in title
- Share with us
Remember, DWW FALL POETRY CONTEST IS STILL ON. ENTER AND STAND A CHANCE OF WINNING $250 WITH A POEM.
Perfectly imperfect is creativity.
The human heart breathed its nativity..
Deep breath in, and deep breath out.
Momma gives birth with a joyful shout.
Perfect imperfection comes into the world.
Little perfect man
With his fingers uncurled.
The colors of her core showed through her creativity as the flower she created was sheer perfection.
💖right on point..lovely
With colossal perfection
you painted her reflection
on the snowy plains
a mind entwined in
cohesion of silent sunrays
creativity unfolds
animating your eyes
a beautiful rosary
is your heart shining
windblown in nostalgia
bursting with hope
of blessed sundays.
Hahahaha hahahaha…first two lines is amazing. Love this one Mich!
😉😚
“a mind entwined in cohesion of silent sunrays creativity unfolds animating your eyes”
Love it.
Perfection’s challenge found all of us
sensing we are but children
our creativity our lives
sandboxed across the universe.
Finding broken dreams at dawn
we paint for our tomorrow
our emotion revealed like
autumn’s golden petals.
Clearer moments look to hold us
as our movements define
like a brush on canvas
inspiring another dream.
You write like a painter… kudos
Thank you, Monday. 😉
More kudos 😍😍
Yes…Michelle… I did…. 😉 😉 😉
Perfection’s Challenge
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Perfection’s challenge waits
sensing we are but children
our creativity sandboxed
across the universe.
Waking from broken dreams
we paint tomorrow
our emotion unveiled like
autumn’s golden leaves.
Spellbound we write
as today defines us
like a brush on canvas
inspiring our words.
colors hate me
they hide names
but not perfection
and utmost creativity
as i give the
frolic dance of awe
Nice poem, Monday. Short, pithy, and deep.