Posts Tagged ‘colors’



Describing a scene of beauty,                                        

With phrases and words on a pad,                                         

I brought the same to canvas,                         

Painted with colors I had.                               


My brush tipped  dazzling dew-drops

Catching the sun’s warm ray,                                            

On a flower’s satiny petals,                           

Before the drops melted away.                              


It unfolded a sleepy flower,                                

And a bumble-bee in flight.                           

It also painted the gauzy wings;

As the words in this poem might.                           


The colorful golden petals

Can almost emit a scent.

My brush made them so descriptive . . .

Just as this poem is meant.


Your mind can walk in a painting.

Its design is felt in your heart.

And poetry evokes emotions

As an art-form counterpart.


There’s flow and grace and beauty,

And those who observe, will find,

They’re the same in poem and painting,

When viewed with heart and mind.


8/19/04         Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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I am the Star- Spangled Banner

                I am beautiful and proud

People salute when I pass by

                As I wave above the crowd


I symbolize Patriotism

                Of your great U.S.A.

And reign above your Capitol

                Where I’m displayed every day


I guard government functions

                Grace courts, schools, and halls

I fly high in parks and playgrounds

   And wave above your malls


I waved above your battles

                ‘Til brave soldiers won the wars

And they brought me home in Glory

                To the U.S.A.’s great shores


The history of America

                Is all wrapped up in me

I stand for many freedoms

                I stand for Unity


I am regal in my colors

                For all the world to see

And everywhere that I’m displayed

                I wave majestically


So stand tall when I’m in view

                And hold your head up high

For I’m a banner to respect

                Forever may I fly


8/16/88         Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck


4’th … Arkansas NPD 1995

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Fall imprints on our memory

This lazy time of year

For she touches all our senses

As she  paints the landscape here


A teasing breeze spanks the leaves

So they’ll release their hold

Their flaming autumn colors

Foretelling winter’s cold


That wafting fragrance that I smell

Comes from my apple trees

Where carmine jewels are holding tight

Before a winter’s freeze


Sampling one’s sweet succulence

I bite into the skin

The savory flesh delights my mouth

And juice runs down my chin


Tepeed corn stands in fields

With pumpkins at their feet

And gourds with autumn’s color schemes

Edge rows of late fall wheat


There’s milkweed silk and cattail down

That feel so smooth and soft

There’s pungent smell of new-mown hay

Piled high in my barn loft


And waving weary wingtips

Geese are flying north

Squirrels are burying hickory nuts

While darting back and forth


Autumn parades her opulence

For everyone to see

Touching the senses we possess

And mesmerizing me


5/28/96 – Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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