Wasted rhyme

Written to the image. Credit to Amy Brown for the image

A dress in mauve, a windswept perch,

the blotted heavens claim the fall

On balanced stones, a mystic lurch,

a raven’s nest, the foolish crawl

Upon a pier of granite dreams,

with five alone to reach the peak

Ribbons float with simple seams,

alas the wingless tend to speak

Colored visions paint the sky,

keeping pace, atone the stance

Finding feathers wafting by,

drifting to a dead romance

All alone, this clouded face,

as they play the moisture’d day

Worries lost you cannot trace,

fortunes found eternal play

Nothing but the misted pink,

shades of gray, an empty smile

Delivered moments sent to think,

fantasies in broken style

Reach to grasp the feel of night,

wallowing neath a full moon shine

Thoughts of love in words to write

ending in a wasted rhyme

Author's Note

I found this image today and thought is was cool. So, I decided to write a poem based on how it spoke to me. I hope you like it.
Credit to Amy Brown for the image.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the below lines Will.
"Worries lost you cannot trace,
fortunes found eternal play
Nothing but the misted pink,
shades of gray, an empty smile"
The above lines could stand alone. Amazing use of description used in the amazing poetry. I did enjoy.
Coyote
Delivered moments sent to think,

[willweb]

I thought the image was cool and this is how it spoke to me.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. Beautiful artwork Will.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

The image is striking, and I can easily see why it inspired you. From my perspective, after what I've been through, it's not the rhyme that is wasted. It's the love that was wasted upon the wrong person.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

The image is striking, and I can easily see why it inspired you. From my perspective, after what I've been through, it's not the rhyme that is wasted. It's the love that was wasted upon the wrong person.

[willweb]

Thank you my friend for your kind words. It is sad the theme and especially sad if it is something that you can relate to, it is just how the image spoke to me.

[AYVID N]

There felt a sadness to your words, as if futility in romance, perhaps, mourning of a dying love. Yet the rhymes are never wasted. They stay in the universe to help other hearts. You did great justice to this unique artwork.

"alas the wingless tend to speak" - A line that made my come alive spiritually.

[willweb]

Thanks so much Divya. The image captured me when I saw it and I just thought it would be fun to write about. I am happy you liked it.

[AYVID N]

I loved it. You're most welcome, dear Willweb.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I like the image...I am not sure love is ever wasted as far as the one who loves....for him or her, there is value whether reciprocated or not.

And yet, we do not know....do not understand that...so we write poetry feeling our love is wasted as well as our words.
Yours are never wasted.
j.

[willweb]

Thanks so much Jacob. I agree with you but the image of an empty dress took me to lost love kind of feeling.

[Ken e Bujold]

well it is a misleading title my friend. not a wasted rhyme to be found. Which leaves me wondering if maybe it's the poet wasted refers to? where you imbibing while penning this little gem, if so please forward me the name of the spirits, i do believe I'd like to timple some.

[willweb]

Thanks so much Ken and sorry to inform you but(please keep this to yourself) I wrote this while at work. No partaking of any fun substance during those hours. Thank my friend.