Fig leaves pop on bare twigs
Stream skips through muddy banks
Wild strawberries and allium dance
Under a true blue sky
Sleepy boats at anchor
Rock in placid motion
Water kissing hulls
Mirrors a bright blue sky
Vapor trails crisscross
To nebulous destinations
Catching dreams on the fly
In a pale blue sky
Riding on a cool breeze
Scents of grass and sweet dill
Bounce in and fall in my pocket
Under a whitewashed sky
Frogs croak a capella through the hills
Waves wash over pebbles
One at a time stars light up
In a Prussian blue sky
unbuttoned or undone 
Je ne veux pas dire les meme mots chaque fois, mais tes poemes sont toujours fantastiques.
Celui-ci est encore superbe, creant les images vivantes d’un ciel bleu qui change perpetuellement.
Bravo.
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Merci. Tu es gentil. Je crois que j’ai passe une bonne partie de la journee a regarder ce ciel tout en me demandant qu’est-ce-que je faisais la. C’etait un jour bleu de blues.
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Gorgeous imagery.
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Thank you. Could you paint it?
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Nope! 🙂
My paintings are masses (perhaps messes) of colour. People think they’re supernova, but i can’t actually say that for sure.
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So all abstract about color harmonies and build up? When do you quit applying paint? When is the painting done?
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Typically when it gets too heavy. Literally.
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You have got to send me a photo. Please. .
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Where to?
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Check your email. Smile.
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A rare talent, mon amie
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Thank you RD. I think I am just stubborn.
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You may be that as well, but it does not change the ability
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Smiles
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What a beautiful day…, from morning til night.
Paul
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It was a beautiful day. Still cold but at least the sun was shinig.
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Your sky has many personalities.
rjb
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I suppose it does. I didn’t think about that aspect of it. I just saw the colors change as the day progressed while my mood did not.
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