[CLOSED] - Poets Pub 2020 - Poet of the Year Contest

To Gaze Upon (AwSprite) wk-2

To Gaze Upon

Thoughtful yet blind to the taffeta

creations of dripping threads in muted

reds, from a living painting in-between,

the present and past of settling

amorphous skies, kindling imagination

wry. A moon of ripening colour greeting

waving leaves, dusting a grounding trunk

shadowing silver light last eve. Casting

once glimpsing eyes devoid of artful

vision away, in favour of nature's

beautiful lands of night and of day.

Unappreciative of falling paint drops,

brushing dreams from another's mindful

fingertips. A barren gaze remaining

unmoved by unspoken lips. Where a

stranger's eyes stand outside, brimming

and wide, opening to gaze upon the full

moon behind the tree, touched to see -

the pink champagne of dawning light,

warming glacial skin. Unveiling night in a

bouquet of aromas; the wind rustling,

whisking sands into fragile foot-hills, as

though peering eyes were not looking

through the gallery's glossy white

windowsills.