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The Painter


Lure of mirage
in deranged dunes,
dances in
dandelion rhythm 
with oasis dream,
illusion inscribed
in sane sands of time,
sliding continuum
with desiccated travail, 
thirst unquenched,
stimulus sensuous,
perpetual.

Dormant despair
usurps harps of hope,
vibrato dissipates
unperceived,
wisdom shroud  
unfurls crafty chimera
in life of actuality,
awareness avid, 
imbibed.

Stifling shadow 
anguished onyx cloud
creeps remorseless, 
dissension darkness drips 
opaque desolateness 
on listless landscape,
mangled in 
strife maelstrom,
mind sucked within 
hope vortex, 
umbrage pervades,
unushered. 

Silver spectrum
of lines transient 
in acumen cloud,
splits into colors 
of radiant reverie
in optimistic prism,
sculpted.

Convoluted canvas,
carapace conjured
for contorted hideous faces,
turning in a trance 
into baroque frescos,
flicker of beauty
sparkles sneaky 
in conceived smile, 
beholder, 
                    the painter.

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Date: 2/13/2025 12:59:00 PM
"The Painter" is a wonderful write. I always enjoy reading your work... Have a blessed day writing away.......................
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Subimal Sinha-Roy
Date: 2/13/2025 2:48:00 PM
Thank you, Paula for you encouraging words.
Date: 2/13/2025 9:17:00 AM
Stifling shadow anguished onyx cloud creeps remorseless…you and I, today, both dipped our quill into the darkness… for contorted hideous faces, turning in a trance into baroque frescos…love how this ends…the painter…a fun write, Subimal!
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Subimal Sinha-Roy
Date: 2/13/2025 10:29:00 AM
Thank you so much, Kim. for your read and comment. I don't know why darkness creeps in so often.

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