The Ink Stick
. for public domain
Rubbing ink calms the mind
so hairs may glide,
to bequeath
long lasting lines.
my quill found its soul
it danced on the parchment floor ~
all six sensed its life
... I sense a sharing
one of sincere gratitude ~
gift lift ~ spills my soul
I live when faced down
craft flows a course on parched reeds ~
ink spots ... your presence
Stars for eyes
Clouds for hair
Skin silky devine
Smile so fare
Energy so kind
Drawing me near
Joy in my mind
You put it there
Are you my muse
Do stay with me
Color my blues
Creamy calligraphy
Clean my heart
Strengthen my mind
Light my start
Path in time
Goddess Devine
From start to finish calligraphy shapes dance on paper
The brush paints
The brush sweeps
With beautiful strokes
With a traditional art
The brush waves
The brush dances
All with the delight of the fingers
And the sincerity of the heart
It asks for great patience, creativity and perseverance
As Rome is not built in a day
Ignorance comes with a specific gesture of innocence
After lifting a mountain, there is none, with your limitations.
And, I will start here, past the speaker and the audience, conversations...
I was looking at the calligraphy along the wall. Scriptures. Huge and magnificent.
Little did I know about. And, it was a very different kind.Aesthetical views certify.
I wished; I could touch those words! Only to reach the skills of a dedicated craft.
I was gazing through those words.In my mind,with an inexcusable lack of efforts. Islamophobia, a tantalizing talk nowadays, to tag questions with a context of life.
Never met the artists, for stories untold, behind the dedication,inspiring, at least.
Lavish, tall structures with those massive chandeliers, competing for divine light.
And, I was nobody but an inner cry. Though nothing is trivial in the eyes of God.
He, who knows, limitations of those working hands, with a toiling, struggling life!
Peace of mind links
Opt feel and think
Etch fond verse brink
Thrill bold brush strokes
Ink stains now yoke
Charm wit that pokes
Choice paints with grace
Aim joy in place
Live lavish space
Love funds the need
Inch touch that seeds
Glimpse a live feed
Reach words that fit
Ask truth for wit
Prize poise sculpts hit
Heed each clear act
Yield to fond tact
Sense trust move pact
Chase ideas vast
Reap from the past
Insight now lasts
Pen signals style
Trust wit to smile
Seek thoughts worthwhile
Cheer knows warm draft
Odd writes niche craft
New symbols stuff
Calm affluent rhymes
Urge mellow chimes
Ripe fruits take time
Note why soul writes
Odd and strange cites
Words flavour rites
Leon Enriquez
15 April 2018
Singapore
Deliberating about something cool
Which can varnish a smirk on someone's face
Don't know a bit, if you deem that I'm a fool
But this hand with a pen, grasping commotion for this race
It's hard to conceive this verses
Kind a like I'm in crisis
Stop meditating that this is nonsense
I am just with adoration for this calligraphy that I miss.
Play with words well
In that sure light,
Sculpt scripts that tell
In fragrant sight.
In cursive strokes
Let play now start,
In mellow yoke
As finesse arts.
Up and down free
The urge of curls,
Across ink spree
Thought feel that hurls.
Script full measure
Wet ink that trace,
A fond pleasure
As time meets space.
Words fashion brief
The journey notes,
Mad, glad or grief
Feelings move rote.
The hand now moves
In spacious feel,
New cursive grooves
As ink stains heal.
Practice works best
Touch strokes of heart,
Watch cursive zest
Compose fond start.
Leon Enriquez
21 May 2017
Singapore
calligraphy
of cirrus clouds as the sky slips
into night
it's her dark eyes
I remember
Counting crows crackle to be free
The cauterized blessing you sold to me
Hangs by the door nail in tombstone majesty
What did we say
When blackholes stripped breath away
Are the promises murdered in flight
Sharpening again in poise of night
Electronic souls dash and torn
The emblem of false exchange is born
When you gave what we agreed
Something missing in hearts seeking relief
Now the misused caliber rocks and treads
Calligraphy on the wall, stories we feed
When rumination pursues without ease
Or tear from history when we please
Up and down as it overlooks
the open book
freefalling so
but where to go?
Embellish each page, one by one
where words will run,
of written swerves,
artistic curves
By quill that writes an artful verse
I now rehearse
but cannot free
calligraphy
____________________
For Nette's Minute Contest
By Carrie Richards
10/25/12
Eye-catching writing
With lovely rhythm and flow
Profound thoughts enhanced.
In a wild, frantic fairytale
Could you name a character
Whose heart had failed her
In ways that mine has?
With a bitter flame inside my chest,
I pledge I'll never try again.
I plea with grace and decency
With every attempt to flee the scene.
With every attempt to leap into flight.
To let down my white flag,
Stay in and fight.