January Ekphrasis Poems

Except for the snow, it’s a monochromatic scene
The pond is frozen to a reflecting mirror finish,
In the fields there is not a speck of green...

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Please, the Wind of Life, blow into my middle.
Purge-it of any injuries brought about by struggle.
Top off my heart like an inflatable and enable it...

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The pyramid's gallant angel retains the apex. 
Khufu's hand is spread, palms facing down 
Taking shape over some infant's head.
As if completing an unseen stone, a lateral line.
The...

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Community isolation
     the void placing we made
among us to survive.

I was one to you
    In an exhibition, which...

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brilliant brushstrokes of a masterly mind,                     
         ...

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Auschwitz   
      1.3 million people sent there
          1.1 million...

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music of 
      Mozart
his Adgio
sweeps me
         up 
with beauty
   ...

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Mesmerised 
My eyes are glued
I take in every detail
His sea	
His sky
His movement 
I hear the sounds
Pervade the air
As if myself
As if I’m there
I’m standing back
So...

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Monet's water lilies
    from his own garden
       in Giverny, France
he has painted a water pond with
...

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Bible is indeed God's love letter to me

branded as divinely-authored Scriptures, building-up my faith...

Beautifully expressing Christ's care for my being and becoming

bringing me His best...

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I see a footbridge high above a gorge.
		One bannister is gone; the other lies
		on narrow rotting boards. Rough waters surge
		beneath this passageway that creaks and...

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Not all news of its existence brings joy – 
a heartbeat is denied the trumpets
instead, news is shared in long drawn 
out breaths with eyes...

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NATURE'S PSALMS

Is Beethoven's ensemble fairer than nature's psalms?
Amidst a crowning sun: ears and eyes are drugged,
drenched with tender notes, orchestrated by greens,
inhale deep, the aromatic...

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Her feline grace reclined, 
triumph ruled in Her eyes -
Many sought the blue flamed tryst 
in shaded groves they court with lies.

These men fell power...

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Beyond the paint, 
I hear the lilt of a violin 
string stirring, 
lazy and languid 
creeping through 
a lowly god’s veins. 

His ichor flows and...

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