The sky is a canvas
A poem inspired by ‘s #tinysummerpoem day 9: paint.
Today the sky is a canvas,
Pure unblemished blue as far as the eye can see,
Awaiting nature's artists:
The bird that with invisible ink, dips and squiggles and swirls.
Only those lucky enough to be watching as it works, witness its intricate curls.
The wind that sponges on puffs of paint from grey to purest white,
Layering clouds in every shade, working day and night.
The aeroplanes that prefer to criss-cross using parallel ruler-straight lines,
Dipping their nibs in vapour before streaming across the sky.
The sun applies a wash, watercolours that perfectly blend,
Scorching bright at it's centre, fading out to it’s end.
I too, in my own mind’s eye, can reach up with a pen to sign,
Adding my unique touches to nature's unfolding design.
The sky is a blank canvas,
Pure unblemished blue as far as the eye can see,
Awaiting you or me.
Today, what will you write?
I am loving the daily poetry prompts from Beth this summer. One word; 10 minutes; no editing. As it’s the holidays for me, most days I am having a go first thing in the morning and just really enjoying that short period of quiet creativity before the day starts. Today, I have cheated a little as this is a complete and edited version of the idea I started during the 10 minutes of the challenge.