Crows flying
into fog fading –
becoming gray birds.
Watercolors running
into the unseeing
light – a wash
of white gray turns
crows into doves.
The alchemy of morning.
Unseeing Light
Life in Portofino
Great poets live on the edge of sanity; mediocre ones reside in the suburbs.
Life in Portofino 
Ooo – watercolors and unseeing light – love how the fog bleaches the crows to doves. That works as visual imagery, but also symbolically. Excellent form; the end words are like a poem to themselves. This is so well done! Picture’s cool, too!
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Thank you, Jill! I was striving to paint rather than write.
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And you achieved painting with words. There’s a wonderful dreamy mood in this, Charley. Well done!
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Thank you!
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You managed a wonderful painting. Fog does soften things considerably.
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Yes it does! Morning fog is the best. I love how light plays indifferent conditions. Terribly visually oriented am I!
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The mountain is pulling its cap of mist down as we speak.
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Oh, I have seen that… and I see it vividly as I read your words. Write that poem Petri! If you’ve already written it, do it again… with different colors on your palet!
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Okay, I’ll try.
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Beautiful and well crafted. “Watercolors running / into the unseeing / light” and turning crows into doves leading us to the alchemy of morning works perfectly. The poem brings us into that final fade, but still gives us clarity.
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Thank you, Randall!
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Dreamy and magical at the same time. I can imagine standing there and watching–while at the same time seeing it as a painting.
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