Day 8: Huitan

Red skies delight in cascading

Great wisps of foam o’er the horizon.

Reached out, repelled in uprising,

dark waves under rays in parade.

folding in echoes of shade

A long trail of sky opens wide

Shining darkly pulsars slow fade

In faraway closeness through tide

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Day 16: Painting

A new piece made during a friend’s concert:

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A Canvas in 3’s (part iii)

But the I that waits,

still elevates, though mind,

beyond matter,

coalescing from infinite, scattering

across the million faceted

soul, fleeing cold.

Escaping from past,

for boldness,

future is now

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A Canvas in 3’s (part ii)

Gliding across chaos, space

filling strokes, bitter as tastes

of emotion, flows this ocean.

I see within me,

truly, captivating

in its beauty. Moments

when the waves break

& wash over my heart

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A Canvas In 3’s

So I’m waiting, contemplating,

visions of the canvas

as it stands and stares,

capturing my prayers.

The thoughts come, unaware

of their presence, hidden dimensions

reaching from my open eye.

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Sonnet 123

If you want me then inspire please.

Show me your flame, in unique fashion,

Make your life art, be an assassin,

Be as the wind that flows through the trees,

Give me intention, what sets you free?

Striving ahead to live in passion,

When the world stops, when it’s all crashing,

How deep runs the well, flowing from the sea?

Depressed when I can’t find the rhyme,

Liberating expressions of mind.

A galaxy set out on pages,

With building blocks given by sages.

Projection of sequences prime,

Each stroke bringing closer the divine.

Haiku Tuesday (Forming Figments)

curling strand of hair

falls across her face, gently

speaking to my soul

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morning light drifing

through singing birds in dark trees

signs of a new day

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forged in summers heat

connections for life made of

eternal sunshine

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deft the painters stroke

sweeping across his canvas

creating new worlds

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glimmers of faces

outside recognition to

visions of past lives

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jellyfish wishes

it could float through the air, as

propelled by bubbles

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shadowfox

this thing literally ran across my friend’s lawn as we sat on the porch the other night