Let’s Paint a Picture

This picture below I am about to paint using my watercolor palette of soft pastels PLUS WORDS.

Painting with words in the poetic form of the Double Ennead comprises five lines with a syllable count of 6/5/11/6/5, (33 SYLLABLES per stanza) 3 STANZAS EACH = 99 SYLLABLES, NO MORE, NO LESS! Punctuation and rhyme schemes are optional and up to the poet.

Meet me at the SALOON!

Dreamy pastels await
Color palette grab
Listen, hear now the soft pinks calling, melting
Away like sweet butter
Frosting on a cake!

Turning shades of blue to
Creamy violet
Eyes close tight —Imagine a vision, picture
A fantasy, magic
A painting finished!

Winter delight so warm
Whites seem to vanish
Seemingly Sinks into the deep freeze below
That image born within
Heaven far away!

As the River Flows

A prompt that creates tears to flow as a river is described here for the interested brought to my attention by reading Colleens site today! Thank you Colleen!

January 28, 2021, prompt: In 99 syllables/words (no more, no less), write a story about life as a river of consciousness. I tried a Double Ennead as Colleen’s Contribution. To participate, here’s the link:  CARROT RANCH I also wrote the same in the requested 99 word (no more, no less) prompt.

My Double Ennead

Child is born, parents with
high hopes, their baby
a sprinkle grows — a world pulls child into it.
growing while still flowing
began a small stream

Gravity pulls it down
moving toward an
ocean of eternity. Banking down — down!
the river’s future with
twists and turns, the bends

The land around is life!
with uphill climbs or
easy low valley flows —rolling from a height
with ups downs. Life, that gift
ends — Begins Again!

My 99 word story

A child is born, parents have high hopes, small as a sprinkle, and grows as the world pulls the child into it.
Growing and flowing began a small stream. Gravity pulls it down, moving toward an ocean of eternity. Banking, down to the river’s future. The twists and turns, the bends. The land around is life! Changing from an uphill climb to a comfortable flow in a low valley. Life as a river flowing from height, beginning down through the world. Ups, downs, twists, bends. Life, a gift — a river that someday will end. Ends — or begins again?