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Susy Kamber Sep 2020
Writers choose pens that are inked with words.
The color of ink might be a peach colored verb.
The adverb joins in with a red that is flashy.
The prose is beginning to read somewhat ******.
The noun is thinking to mellow this down,
But the writer wants more from what has been found.
An adjective presents with its green colored hue.
Then gold trickles in making the vivid story true.
Yes, writers choose pens and words choose colors.
Stories then written,
For us and for others.
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Susy Kamber Oct 2020
The sound of the leaves written primarily by trees.
As such was the beauty heard plainly with ease.
Up mountains, round rivers.
A song for the birds.
For the people that fly there.
Across valleys was heard.
Now what be the mention of this, you may wonder,
Alone to unravel the blur from down under.
A song can be sung from the language of trees.
I heard in the sky and then carried to thee.
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Ekphrastic Poetry Explores Art
120 · Sep 2020
In my dress
Susy Kamber Sep 2020
A dress with a conversation inside. Take for instance a bright sunny day and a perfect dress is chosen for that day. I think I’d choose a soft blue one with white ruffles midway, empire waist style. Little flowers in the fabric and nothing else because it would look pretty enough to catch the light as I step out the door. On a bright sunny day a dress probably feels downright cheery, when it goes outside. The last time this dress was worn it had picked up all the scents of the day. If you held it real close you would for sure notice. I remembered it smelled of many flowers and the fruit stand I walked by early on. The peachy smell was there along with an earthy scent because I was eating one of the peaches when you walked by. Do people make a scent that attaches to their clothes, I know they do if you get real close to them, but I was just out there with a drippy peach and wiping it off the flowers on my dress and I looked up that way and caught your eyes. I really don’t know how you got in my dress, but you did.
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110 · Sep 2020
forever I say
Susy Kamber Sep 2020
Filled flowers found on a hillside.
Absolute containment spread out freely.
As though one had finally realized how to venture that love is within.
Sweet the day heads into the night.
As laughter rolls down the curves of the earth and raindrops touch each other in their reflections.
Oh that the night may blush at the day.
The wonders of both.
Forever I say.
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Ekphrastic Poetry Explores Art
92 · Sep 2020
More than clouds
Susy Kamber Sep 2020
Up there the sky has a certain way of imparting,
More than clouds.
Take its mood for instance and translate.
Sometimes matching the observers who gaze upwards.
Stationed in a half moment’s gaze.
Watching the punctured holes of sunshine.
Freed.
The invisible substances.
Raining down.
Brushing shoulders with them.
As light is brought home.
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Ekphrastic Poetry Explores Art
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