The perfect scene

Her gaze focused on

the crowd of plush trees 

that radiated with violets

purples, reds and blues

~

She imagined the summer wind

moving her dress

in a gazebo 

that snuggled up to the stream

The path next to it

held puddles of sunlight

on the plush lawn

~

pearly gates couldn't

be far away

~

but her eyes were diverted

to the window when snow started falling

outside on the air conditioner 

~

She turned to make supper 

~

reality always interrupts

Author's Note

Thomas Kinkade

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

A nice write Tim. Subtle Monet shades and how rude is reality when it bites.

[Relic]

Thank you, andrew.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

What a lovely scene you paint with your words. I studied Kinkade in art appreciation in not a very favorable light, though, I might add. It mainly dealt with his marketing strategies and mass production of scenic creations. But your poem is a unique creation of art in and of itself. I enjoyed.

[Relic]

I appreciate your comment, Fabian. Thank you.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Many a time I've been deep into a story or project to find hungry children waiting to be feed.
I live this poem. I believe a poet came up with the idea of fruit and cheese tray fast and easy.

[Relic]

Hmm? Thanks Cherrie.

[Kim S.]

Love the imagery, this is a wonderful write

[Relic]

Thank you, Becks. :)

[Aura]

Reality always have to interrupt our fantasies... don't they?! I enjoyed this Dreamy piece you've written of a beautiful, enchanting garden. The woman feels at peace with herself but sadly it's all interrupted by the snow fall. How rude! I love, love, love the art ou accompanied with the powm, it's so colourful and pretty!! A real paradise! Thank you for sharing, Relic I enjoyed reading!

[Relic]

I'm glad you enjoyed it, Aura. Thank you. :)

[Aura]

My pleasure!

[Robert Haigh]

Yes... reality always interrupts! A scene from paradise painted deftly with words! Nice one!

[Relic]

Thanks very much, Robert. :)

[Chris Shaw]

Thank goodness we can transport ourselves away to a better place. There are times when we need to do that.. Beautiful poem and lovely imagery. A pleasure to read Tim.

Chris

[Relic]

Thanks very much, Chris. :)

[Fran Marie]

well penned piece with rich
imagery a lovely scene is
painted in rosy pastels hues
and fine descriptives..
alas reality claims her back to
mundane chores..
nice work

[Relic]

Thank you, Fran. :)

[Neville]

You have crafted a veritable colour wheel sir .. a palette of hues and jeez, don't ya just wanna be that summer breeze, that lifted up her dress tis said, to keep those snowflakes off her head .. Bloomin lovely mate .. Neville :)

[Relic]

ha thank you, Neville. :)

[Kelly Scheppers]

Your attention to detail is wonderfully illustrated here, Tim. The trees that radiated with violets, the path that held puddles of sunlight, to her eyes that were suddenly diverted to the window when the snow began to fall. It was enough to absorb me, so much so I didn't want it to end. Just beautiful.

[Relic]

Thanks so much, Kelly. I appreciate your comment. :)