O Master Painter

Poem By Dominic Windram

O master painter colour the dreams in my mind.
For I am poet who is lost in the wilderness.
O master painter unveil your latest designs.
For I'm certain they will be beautiful & blessed.

Comments about O Master Painter

There is no comment submitted by members.


Rating Card

5 out of 5
0 total ratings

Other poems of WINDRAM

May I Never Cease To Wonder

May I never cease to wonder:
At the cascading crystal blue waters
Of the waterfall; at each new dawn's
Sweet sunbursts of flesh pink magic.

Winter's Last Rose

Winter's last rose; rose of regret:
O how once your radiant beauty
Shimmered in summer's potent hour.
Now your faded petals offer,

These Days 3

These days, everyone seems distracted by their
Portable universes; their cool, handheld phones.
Nobody seems inclined to engage or converse
With anyone else. O what a sad state of affairs!

A Lament For The Slow Death Of The 1960's Counter Culture

O you were once wild and beautiful
When summer's rays reclined in your hair
And your Being blazed in valleys and hills.
O you were a force so vital and rare

Pieta

The cold marble is caressed with fiery grace;
In sculpted textures of figurative skin.
She holds the body lost in grief's solemn place.
She cradles Him as though he was a child still.