Pallet
Colors of gloomy
paint I see, of Athena’s
wistful brush and stroke.
Bloom
Emanating from
the bush, slight lavender aura
of bluebell blossoms.
Light
Often, I hear in
the distance thunder strike off
Neptune’s bejeweled trident.
Nest
Driving by lovers
kisses hidden, under red
umbrella winds bend
Esther, this poem is so original! I mean, it's so cool to see these working as short poems and yet with the titles a bigger poem too. Thanks for posting it. I can see the bejeweled trident
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