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Morning Comes to Huatung Valley

Mist feathery drifts
last night’s breath loosening
above basalt slopes of Huatung

Pacific swallows trace morning brushwork
over Fuli’s rice paddies
new green scented with rain.

Xiuguluan River flows jade mountain-born 
among ancestral stones
white willows in Ruisui weep
dew-kissed
cycad fronds catching first sunlight

Leaf pearls gather on my thatched sandals
Walami earth holds stories in its coolness.

Bihe Pond rests hidden in Wanrong’s stillness
waters reflecting the tribe’s quiet prayers

Bamboo leaves in green and gold
crested mynas gather in quiet repose
wind moves with the chime of a temple bell.

Ancestral path wanders into the Central Range
oolong tea clouds drift
above Qilai’s blue ridges

A white egret lifts over Guangfu’s terraces
air clear as poured Longjing.

A bulbul calls
blue magpie glides
the slow unlayering of day

Huatung Calligrapher’s span warm to newborn light
time unspools—
bright
unmeasured.

Light widens

dawn follows Yu Shan’s shadowed valleys

the world in quiet promise
soft light
drifting into morning.

Categories: brushwork, morning, mountains, nature, peace,
Form: Imagism

FAUVISTA examined

FAUVISTA examined

a poem
of
colour
   clashing
 bright &bold 
saturated
in
  simply 
subjective 
  perceptions

an
emotiona! 
  response  
 not faithfulness
    to reality
with
  unflinching
expressive 
lines

a
harmonious 
   visual tone
flat 
with
  urgency
    &incompleteness
heightened 
  characterisation
by
directional 
   brushwork

Categories: brushwork, art,
Form: Ekphrasis

On The Mic Huitain

You must taste just like urban art,
all that swag dripping from your smirk;
Contours of tag lines show your heart,
a masterpiece with skilled brushwork;
So stylish with that nouveau quirk,
your scent won’t abide dilution;
With a word you drive crowds berserk;
On the mic you’re revolution.

Categories: brushwork, emotions, feelings, inspirational,
Form: Other

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Ink-Stained Echoes: a Poet's Journey

Written: June 25, 2023
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Purple facets appear by the cease of the day.
As the painter stroke of dusk paints the sky.
There is only one star that makes a return.
Its bright light was a soothing tune to discern. 

The moon thin crescent is visible.
The nighttime clouds were miscible
Akin to the deft brushwork of a painter.
Building of divine splendor acquaint her
 
Clouds dancing with grace and delight,
In the tapestry of the evening,
As if whispering secrets untold,
Their movements are so enchanting. 

Sitting atop lookout road,
A poet begins to compose,
With pen and paper in hand,
The journey of words unfolds.

Ink-stained echoes cram the page,
Each line is a story, a dream,
A symphony of emotions,
From the depths of the poet's soul, it seems.

Words transcend boundaries,
Of time and space they roam,
Carrying the poet's essence,
To places, they call home.

Categories: brushwork, beauty, introspection, poetry,
Form: Rhyme

Ink-Stained Echoes: a Poet's Journey

Written: June 25, 2023
______________________________________________________________

Purple facets appear by the cease of the day.
As the painter stroke of dusk paints the sky.
There is only one star that makes a return.
Its bright light was a soothing tune to discern. 

The moon thin crescent is visible.
The nighttime clouds were miscible
Akin to the deft brushwork of a painter.
Building of divine splendor acquaint her
 
Clouds dancing with grace and delight,
In the tapestry of the evening,
As if whispering secrets untold,
Their movements are so enchanting. 

Sitting atop lookout road,
A poet begins to compose,
With pen and paper in hand,
The journey of words unfolds.

Ink-stained echoes cram the page,
Each line is a story, a dream,
A symphony of emotions,
From the depths of the poet's soul, it seems.

Words transcend boundaries,
Of time and space they roam,
Carrying the poet's essence,
To places, they call home.

Categories: brushwork, beauty, introspection, poetry,
Form: Rhyme

Metaphoric Optimisation

I adorn your flesh in trivial words and heat,
The quartz in each brushwork may deplete. 
Ashy blossoms under shattered feet,
In the dusk, inspired by optimization accrete. 

Deep-set violet eyes without a discreet,
Reaching clouds that cover your sight beat. 
Seeking to deprive the tempo of greet,
Illuminating this obstacle isn't defeat.

When your sight is adequate to compete, 
I shall entice you till our bones excrete. 
Betrayals occur during the heat of deceit,
Overwhelmed in combustion entreat. 

Salt from the sea is in tears and downbeat,
Inhaling every color of poetry may reheat. 
I bestow my words to the shells of your feat,
Leaving blurry traces in my vision to meet. 

You are safe and muttered during the retreat,
I am inhaling your irrational fear and heat.
Rose petals satiate voids in the heartbeat.

Written: December 04, 2022

Categories: brushwork, analogy, appreciation, emotions, meaningful,
Form: Monorhyme

Mother Nature

Thin petals shine like rubies on a radiant plain,
solar flares are congregated in votive candles. 
Vowed to gleam, regardless of the morning rain, 
ambiguity was minimized by sunrise anvils. 
In the gloom, the mist vanishes, executing a sane.

As the roots expand, the sprouts grow in kind, 
we will apply a dome to secure it from rainfall. 
We admire them when they finally grow up and bind,
perceiving our trees naked, we bear the sprawl,
returning to the ancient oak, they are to remind.

Oh, Moon, relax as you quietly fade out of sight,
an Arc of vivid sapphire hues, an Airy-haven Edenic. 
The stars vowed to keep the night sky bright,
nature, your brushwork is vibrant and scenic.
Venus nodded as the moon flickered at her site.

Written: October 08, 2022

THREE STANZA POEM IN QUINTAIN (SICILIAN) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS

Categories: brushwork, beauty, moon, nature, tree,
Form: Quintain (Sicilian)

Nature Sculpture

Oh moon, be calm as you fade away from sight.
Beat shaped in my heart, and the pulse is harder.
Nature! Your artistic scenes outdo all heights.
Venus smiled as the Moon blinked in her harbor.
Stars made a pledge to upkeep the night sky bright. 
Ah,  jealous moon, recall daffodils ardor.
Shades splash in sapphire, arc's dazzling Edenic.
Grace nature, your brushwork is bright and scenic.


Written: October 06, 2022

Categories: brushwork, beauty, creation, nature,
Form: Ottava rima

Heavenly

The landscape of nightfall
explodes with rosette vines,
peeping through a collage of hues where
gatherings of blooms dwell. Almost serene,
I inhabit my soul ready to inhale
the radiance of dusk: of how a world
in my  own inner terrain reflects
the ceremonials of lilting grass... 
and how this ambrosial instance
can transcend  the lightness of space--  
this unseen Hand painting the brushwork
of lush fields cerulean and glowing
mixed with holy water and the Self,

that alone yet whole... heaven gifts me peace.




Written 5/15/2019 for William Kekaula
Epic Ethereal Editor Contest

Categories: brushwork, creation, inspirational,
Form: Imagism

Jungle Smiles On Nature's Page

green doodling brushwork 
jungle smiles on nature's page 
            display of art

Categories: brushwork, nature,
Form: Haiku