A Way of Life to Paint

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A way of life, to paint
When all is still.
The quiet
Morning stirs. The cold light
Slowly kills
the stars.The patio
Vaguely mirrors
Clouds.
Aroma…
Caressed by the sounds
Of shifting leaves.

To live the life of thankfulness; this house
With white walls in and out,
Where dogma’s plans dissolve in love
Of life.Where morning light still thrills my heart
To prayer. My hands
Feel warmed in the sound
Of a distant sea.
To have a wife
Whose soul beams beauty,
Whose quiet feet
Delight upon the cold slab
In the shimmering morning light,
Her white night dress chuckling
In the breeze

 

Neil Oram
Pic Claire Palmer


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