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blankness
a single stroke
A picture taken-
A photograph created-
The lines amalgamated-
then diverge and curve.
The start is the image
existing in nature
out of nature
in the minds of people
with something to say
without a voice.
One thousand words and more
caught up in lines more than symbols
there are meanings and then
there is the meaning of meaning
and how do you capture
something that is itself?
Visual stimulation
holds the definition of abstraction
despite its meaning it is
meaningless only if
the viewer cannot see
beyond
A voice is unneeded
only if words can be expressed
in something more indelible than action.
a single stroke
A picture taken-
A photograph created-
The lines amalgamated-
then diverge and curve.
The start is the image
existing in nature
out of nature
in the minds of people
with something to say
without a voice.
One thousand words and more
caught up in lines more than symbols
there are meanings and then
there is the meaning of meaning
and how do you capture
something that is itself?
Visual stimulation
holds the definition of abstraction
despite its meaning it is
meaningless only if
the viewer cannot see
beyond
A voice is unneeded
only if words can be expressed
in something more indelible than action.
Literature
Haiku
my fingers
tributaries -
running around your knuckles
Literature
Untitled
Once upon a time
I reached for the stars
And tried to climb
The sun's golden bars
But those rays of light
Cut short my flight
I reached for the stars
And fell from the sky
My hopes now scars
I can't justify
To myself alone
I am she who has flown
I tried to climb
Like Icarus the son
Melted wax come noontime
With nothing won
No promises made
No trophies gained
The sun's golden bars
Whose sentinels maintained
The ghosts of Mars
Those who remain
Close to my heart
Forever apart
The rays of light
Have faded away
The moon now night
Where the world decays
And I'm still fading
The sun never staying
Cut short my flight
Left behind it all
I try to
Literature
A Haiku
Light well past Midnight
full moon glow, lamp post bright, or
Netflix Marathon
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So. Another poem like Unheard Song because I can. There may be ones on touch, smell, and then taste, depending on my muse.
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I do not understand this so well. I think I should though. Unseeing....confuses me.