
At first glance Gothic styled trees chisel an archway,
Hiding a tattered wooden shed with its green canopy.
In gracious affinity encapsulating compassion, the tree
Perchance plots each branch at just the right schema,
Tucking in its leaves accentuating the facade’s patina.
Antiquing upscaling the grey tones of decades in situ,
Silently sculpting objet d’art from its weathered hue.
I so commune with this, I love weathered paint. Lovely shed π
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So glad you enjoyed it Lia, thank you for your kind words. Many blessings on your day. πβ€πΈ
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Silently sculpting objet dβart from its weathered hue!
Beautifully said Suzette
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Thank you Sadje. So glad you enjoyed it. Bouquets of blessings on your day!.π
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Sometimes you have to look beyond what you see B-)
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Yes, indeed! to a deeper “sight” Thank you for your kind and insightful commentary. Much appreciated. Cheersπ
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You’re welcome… have a good one!
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I love how you find inspiration from the commonplace and elevate it in a poem!
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Thank you Liz, your comment is humbling. I truly appreciate it. Blessings on your evening. Cheers.
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You’re welcome, Suzette.
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Love your words. Your image conjures for me memories of times past and people, pivotal in my childhood that have gone on before me and makes me reminisce with some sadness on things lost.
That yard and that shed has seen a lot of living.
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Yes, Pene! Similar sentiments struck me as well. You said it far better than the poem -Bless your discerning spirit. Have an awesome day. Thank you for taking the time from your busy day to comment.
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Lots of love to you Ms Suzette.
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