Watercolor waves rise and fall
dipped in onyx, kissed by pearls
Skeleton bristles soaked with light,
soar from black shores, ready to paint
Magenta canvas covered in gold,
whispers of pink, hush purple night
Unwritten stars wait for the muse,
velvet mist for the glow of the moon
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Photo: Little Gibson Lake, Wisconsin, c.b.w. 2005
Words: c.b.w. 2014
C.B. Wentworth 
Your words reveal the canvas beneath the photo – awesome.
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This particular lake alway inspires me – the sunsets are always this beautiful! 🙂
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THIS is breath-taking!! I love the size and tone of this image…the contrasts are awesome…what a creative piece. Your poem is wonderful….your bring just the words to express what is here and then you step further to bring what will come…I love the,
“Unwritten stars wait for the muse,
velvet mist for the glow of the moon”
Wonderful post, CB! Thank you. 🙂
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Thanks so much! Those trees always remind me a little paintbrushes and I figured it was about time I put that idea in a poem. 🙂
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:)!! I love it when ideas hang out…waiting to be spilled.
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Wow. That’s all I can say. : )
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Awww, thanks! 🙂
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Wonderful. The photo is amazing and the poem brings it all to life.
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Thanks! 🙂 It’s an older photograph, but I loved giving it a new pulse.
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That’s really lovely, and makes me feel that moment should be painted how you described! Wonderful photograph too! 🙂
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Thanks! I was floating in the middle of the lake on a paddleboat when I took this shot. It really felt like I was in the middle of a painting. 🙂
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