My Art Palette

My Art Palette by Ezra Omuyonga

When my mind's bizzare and unsure
Up I stare at the azure
Irridescent with the broadcast of artistic sketches
Traced by the cumulus as it stretches
Pattering my feet away like a fashion queen
Mindless of the tufts of endless carpet so green
Gently stroking the caked feet underneath
The blades of the grass emerge from their sheath with stealth
Off the grass cover now on bare groun'
Dull but gleaming a perfect baker's brown
Wait till the cumulus are heavy and it starts to pour
Stare blankly as the droplets persecute the ground at your door
And in parallel fashion stirs up a scent
Am I the only one who experiences this live event?

Earth, my art palette, and in a bid not to be left outta the bracket

The bee’s perfect joint, a wave of floral scarlet

As a pen-off

Let my black inscriptions be the perfect send off.