Art Brushes Beauty

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads April Day 28
Fashion Me Your Words To FOLD    (posted by Gillena)
around “Destructive Weapons.”  We are not using them here, only wrapping our thoughts around them and FOLDING them into poems.

The poetry Form required is The Fold


Your challenge today toads, is to Let your words FOLD INTO POEMS ABOUT DESTRUCTIVE WEAPONS.

Constraints! The Fold [guidelines]
1. 11 lines
2. The end phrase of Line 1 repeats at Lines 5 and 11
3. The rhyme of line 1 continues through in every other line
4. There MUST be a reference to nature and how it affect you the poet
5. More in depth instructions HERE

In straw sun hat, she sits at her easel
wielding her brush in swathes of color
captures meadows, maples, to freeze all,
preserving beauty in case Nature
or Humans destroy proof on easel.
Yellow buttercups, weeping cherries, 
verdant grounds, and wooden bridges please all
who visit this paradise, loathe to leave.
Streams and waterfalls call nesting eagles.
Tweeting birds of brilliance sing from branches.
When parting, pause at artist’s easel.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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