Birth, with stars in her eyes, exploding with mirth.
Mollycoddled, swaddled, passed off by nurses.
Aperture opens, closes - checking out earth.
The peacock calligrapher inks fair verses.
Not bad for a Penny - they sold a circ worth.
The switchboard oohs and ahhs as she converses.
Under the sagacious skies, each phonation
Recorded in babbles with their duration.
9/24/2022
Categories:
calligrapher, birth, humor, money,
Form: Ottava rima
Oh! If I were a Japanese painter
I could do justice to where I sit now,
on top of a rock by the river
watching a pale sun weakly glow.
Through the overcast it will create
a calligrapher's world of subtle lines,
infer creatures that habituate
the river. With a slight wash give the signs
that the next storm means to collect its debts
of the few orange leaves left on the trees that
marked a long years sunrises and sunsets.
So we end this year with a clean clear palette.
I and my golden dog are small figures
on the rock by the woodblock signatures
Categories:
calligrapher, allegory, allusion, appreciation, art,
Form: Sonnet