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Art is Beautiful

Art is beautiful
Whichever form you adopt and behold,

Some draw it
Emotions in strokes light and bold;

Some paint it
With myriad colours from their soul,

Some sculpt it
Turning nothingness to a beautiful whole;

Some photograph it
Freezing the moment that won’t come twice,

Some play it
Music when words don’t seem to suffice;

Some sing it
Melodies that could make the Divine sigh

Some dance it
Lost in a trance even the dancer can’t say why;

Some ink it
Wearing their art on their skin,

Some swallow it
Oblivious to their art within;

Some weave it
thread by thread with the fabric engage,

And I write it
Breathing life into words page after page.

Note: This is to all the artists who wear their arts on their sleeves..
Sometimes seen, sometimes unseen!

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Unfolding Love

Our unfolding love…
A honey-glazed dawn
in your orange pekoe sky
My scarlet heart sunset
now flowing freely
through your crimson veins.
My mountains heave and sigh
my valley no longer dry
as you infuse me with the freshness
of a dewy lavender
on moon-kissed musky nights

Forms of Love (A Hay(na)Ku*)

Love
comes in
many different forms

*Week 19 Hay(na)ku of our 2017 Poetic Resolution. Hay(na)ku is a tercet (three line poem) with one word in the first line, two in the second, and three in the third/last line. No restrictions beyond that. 

Concealed

 

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With every choice I make
Every chance I take
I unfold a bit of me like
The Amaryllis revealing its hidden colour

Run (Gwawdodyn*)

I think by now you know that I run
from myself in pursuit of the sun;
The lurking shadows chase me as I phase,
Like the Moon, I too am sometimes gone

The Sun and I haven’t been good friends
I am trying to make those amends;
Coming out of the shell, cold dark hell
Some warmth would be nice before the day ends

*Week 18 Gwawdodyn of our 2017 Poetic Resolution. The Gwawdodyn is a Welsh poetic form comprised of quatrains (4-line stanzas) that have a 9/9/10/9 syllable pattern and matching end rhymes on lines 1, 2, and 4. 

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4-xxxxxxxxa

Sanguine

The path between you and I
Was made up of fallen stars
That helped us find our way
Towards each other

Now, the shards of our hearts
Have mingled with those stars
And as we try to find our way
Collecting ourselves across the rocky jagged suface
The soles of our feet are stained with blood
But that isn’t where the pain lies….

Should we fail to keep treading along the path
It would be the most tragic failure of both our lives
But we will truly fail
Only if our hearts can no longer beat in unison
No matter how bloodied our feet are…

P.S. I love You.

Drift

As I drifted off to sleep
You drifted apart from me
And then when I woke up
You had become free

The thread that had us bound
Got brittle it seems over time
Maybe we took it for granted
That it would never lose its shine

I tried going back to sleep
Wishing I could undo some things
Sleep became fickle just then
Casting doubts over my feelings

All these Days (Gra Reformata)

Conspicuous by my absence was I
I waited patiently testing myself
All these days that the wretched clock dragged by!

Little pranks leading to indecent lies
A lot of chaos, Onyx were my eyes!

A twist in the tale unseen by the eye
Unfolded slow like deep hidden layers
Conspicuous by my absence was I!

I must have painted the night sky with tears
Only the beleaguered moon heard my sighs!

My heart kept racing and I didn’t know why
I felt I was being watched every second
All these days that the wretched clock dragged by!

Oh what a conundrum it truly was
How long before the forced veil would arise?

The sun would lower, chances would get high
That the unseen would be visible, yet
Conspicuous by my absence was I!

That night, the silver moonstreak melted slow
When morning came, amber became my eyes!

At long last, the conundrum was to die
I kept mum, breathed deep and long after
All these days that the wretched clock dragged by!

The sun glowed, wind blew hard making doubts fly
“I knew it”, my heart shouted a murmur
Said there’d better be a good alibi
All these days that the wretched clock dragged by!

*Week 17 Gra Reformata of our 2017 Poetic Resolution. The Grá Reformata is based upon the Villanelle form. Following the basic setting of the Villanelle, the Grá Reformata has an extra couplet between each tercet. This couplet can be either rhymed within the structure of the rest of the poem, or in free verse, but always in iambic pentameter.

Format:

a-b-a
x-x
a-b-a
x-x
a-b-a
x-x
a-b-a
x-x
a-b-a
a-b-a-a

The x consists of the rhymed, or unrhymed iambic couplet.

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