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We'll leave the light on for you.
Technicolor skies
Blazed down upon the ground
Humbling the shaded mountain neath the artists brush.
Each stroke of colour being a stroke of genius.
A stroke of madness illuminating a binary world rich in monochromatic glory.
This is our reality
Lovely diction… thanks for sharing!🙏👏
ART
The maze I see
In my shallow mind
A beaut that troubles
Me mind and pen.
COLOR
The light to blind eyes
And dress to the ugly.
Come! Dip your hands into it
So we can make art with hands bare.
-Abuh Monday Eneojo
My pen this night dictates
bright n delicate
sunset of rhyming color
slumbering in art visioning
of natural glow
I imagine this a fairy world
enlaced in moonlight charms
n to sleep enlightened
by magic when darkness peeks
over pleasing horizons
softly to kiss my cheeks.
My pen this night dictates… that’s my favorite line…thanks for sharing.
Be my colour
I will paint you
Upon my canvas
I lay with desire shapes
Let my passion bring you life
In the sunshine I see your happiness
POEM BY KARL WOMACK
I climb
The mountain
To see
The stars
Feeling invincible
To discover
Who you are
To know
If I reach out
I might
Be able
To catch
Your star
But I
Don’t need to
Reach the top
If my feet are on
The ground
I know your
Essence
Is within my
Reach
If I just
Look in front
Of me
I might be able to catch your star…
Love the poem. Thanks for sharing this with us. Will post mine soon