In Rousseau’s painted jungle,a rabbit sat quietly,his fur brushed by the artist’s dream.Collectors gathered,their eyes glittering with hungerfor ownership, not understanding. The auctioneer raised his gavel,and the rabbit found a voice:“These carrots are false,these leaves are shadows.Do not feed me illusions,for I am alive in truth.” The hall trembled with laughter.“Paintings do not speak,” they … Continue reading Say No to Fake
floating memoriesdrift on rugged surfaceslife changes swiftlyunexplored depths threaten toresurface with a surprise Tanka Tuesday Challenge #71
Your beautiful eyescarry a shame – it’s not yours Mirrors do not show flawsso accusing fingers can’t see theirs-it will take your eyes to seeand your courage to speakto tell themthey are tainted Whatever venom they spewThe underlying instinct is the sameYou dared to stay out of the chorussing their tunefollow their instructions they don’t … Continue reading Patriarchal Societies
colors hauntask for new patternsexpressionun-alignedto vision of the artist-but through his toolkit The painting is entitled “Mme Kupka among Verticals” and was painted in 1910-11 by Frantisek Kupka OLN at dVerse
my mother failed to see some lineswhen she held my pudgy palm;she kissed a smooth, unblemished cheeknot knowing what would grow on it-lines of experiencewhere she would have no partshe held me up in the airI was her work of art her innocence failed to perceivea blank canvason which life would paint storiesetch lines not … Continue reading Motherhood
What kind of sounds do their souls emanatetheir essence scooped out - too soon or too late?Did they grow unhindered to their full potential?before gifting shells l to those who appreciate their essence scooped out - too soon or too lateI wonder if they cry for what has been lostbefore gifting shells l to those … Continue reading Potential
dancing wordsblinding tearsa treasured picturerelegated to the bin. A forged power of attorneylifetime’s savings robbed…the loss hurtsbut much less thandestructionof sibling bonds W3 Prompt #123
The fitness app chases a target of 10000. I need to walk back and forth as the steps are less than 10000, just like moments in life. Something happens in my body with each step, but mental movement takes me in different directions. The thought that so many others tread the same path changes the … Continue reading Back and forth
stung by betrayal, weak in defeatout of the strong came something sweetnever shall I love again, said Heinstead, grow less, but defiantly No more love, nothing to losetrue art does not need a muse.He raised his sword and challenged again.The victory was his – come sun or rain. But let this not be a tale … Continue reading Samson and Delilah
who knows the core of mebroken parts held togetherwith nuts and boltsunknown to mechanicsor surgeonsX-ray machines give only a vague ideato helpless medicosfumbling around for solutions who knows my core burnswith an unsettling angstunknown to meit finds releasein works of artbut those helpless foolscall it addiction they need to redefine many termsto define medestroy their … Continue reading Core of Me
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