Porcelain
plant pot
plots
the delicious decay
of decadence
once eyed as ochre
dancing
next to dandelions
in the dawn’s dew.
Pretty
painted picture
of plants
in a porcelain pot
plays with the presence
of past
and present
under the preservation
of pressed paint.
Gold garnered
by the grace
of the sun,
amber’s earthiness
on route
to autumn’s rust,
careful creation
caught
on canvas,
a fragile folly
frozen
before
the fall.
Words and oil painting by Damien B, Donnelly
23rd poem for National Poetry Writing Month
Damien B. Donnelly 
So much here–flowers and clay and a moment in time frozen. And you paint, too. You are just too talented! 🙂
I’m just a dabbler, truly a jack of all trades master of none. It’s all in the experience, I guess, rather than the completion 🤭🤗
Well, you do some good dabbling. 😉
Another wonderful circle. I really like the textured paint too. (K)
Thanks, I love adding a little thicker texture at times
Well I welcome an autumn poem, we’re right in the middle of it with colourful trees and autumn leaves. This afternoon I bought my first watercolour set… dreams of “dabbling” with a little colour myself! If you’re a “dabbler” my efforts will no doubt get a grade of daub-minus! 🙂 🙂
Well I gratefully look forward to seeing the results for your dabbling too