Form: Blank Verse Sonnet
The white emptiness of a cold blank canvas
So naked without the stroke of the brush
The gentle caress of creative thought
Exposed the artist’s dream beneath the sky
Unfolding drama of sunbathing girls
Enchanted souls rejoicing summer sun
Their fingers tingling as they undress
Revealing flesh, embracing summer’s warmth
And fragile dreams meander between thoughts
Arousing scent of peony and rose
A luxurious splash of feminine
In laughter amid shady woodland trees
A melody that resonates through air
And blurry visions of an artist’s eye
©JG Farmer 2020
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