al frescoA Poem by m.s.earlyal fresco - open air theatre.Photo By Robby Batte at ShutterBatte Photography al fresco What mode is presented thine muse upon gathering this backdrop's palette? For the tone is abstract by pondering, Its collodian color balance could not have been more perfect. How now decide this display? Thou gradients don the heavens; thou divine disport candidly captures a moment stilled by the imagination. How palatial placed cedars grace their audience aromatic without facade beyond the bovine grazing. This scene will certainly not fold. How did you conspire with moon to cross above table before the stars arrived? Its cameo is certain to be obvious. Were it to be dead center stage, I suppose mine eyes would not precipitate the way they are threatening to now.
© 2014 m.s.earlyAuthor's Note
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Added on March 17, 2014Last Updated on March 18, 2014 Authorm.s.earlyVAAbout"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." -Salman Rushdie more..Writing
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