EXOTIC FIGURES-:-
original
archetypes
inspire
expressive
discoveries
striving to PROCLAIM
sheer
simple
startling
lyrical
feelings
through UNFAMILIAR FORM
unprepossing
precarious
insignificance
emphasising
individuality
In luxuriant jade landscape
of verdant sprouts,
opulent golden understory
copiously unveiled,
stemmed by swerving
emerald blades,
entwining the pairs
of petrified legs
rooted in soil of sanguinity,
the potent promise
morphed as the maze
of floral profusion.
The black figure upright
of deviant prominence,
a towering protector
in sutured closeness,
fused with feminine flair,
camouflaged to confuse
invidious predator.
Bare trees aligned geometric
in harmonized motif,
outline the florid boulevard
for beguiled footsteps
walking away enticed
from the onyx horizon
to the sunburst meadow
where the dulcet dawn waits
with desire epitomized.
Inspired by Undergrowth With Two Figures by Van Gogh
FIGURATIVE FIGURES-:-
striving
tracking
desired
literary
archetypes
in TUNE WITH
dreamed
longings
desires
delving
questions
of ALL HUMAN
naivety
graceful
exquisite
individually
known
While watching the carvings of Konark Sun Temple.
.
It was a rare occasion,
I was revisiting the Surya temple (Konark Odisha) and its beautiful carvings on stone,
After a gape of many decades.
I found that the sweeping waves of time
had left nothing here without touching and mildly eroding.
.
The shine and luster which used to enchant,
every visitor here was slowly declining.
Even I too was not the same as I used to be.
Then I realized that nothing in this mortal world is forever and forever.
The only thing, which last is the beauty of our mind and soul,
which grow and grow more,
When we do good things for others and not everything for ourselves only,
But it is a very difficult practice and it comes only,
When we have love and kindness In our hears then jealousy and cunningness.
Ravindra K Kapoor
Raipur/ Kanpur India
17th Oct. 2025
NOTE : On the Photos I took on 02nd Oct. 2025 at Konark
Her face tilted up, so serene.
Marvelling at the vastness of the blue sky
As she walks arm in arm
With her fiancé,
Glowing inside,
Basking in the aura of love.
Their union, as strong
As the tall trees surrounding them.
The fragility of life—
Two souls walking as one
As they tiptoe through the dense maze of flowers,
The sea of yellow opens up at each step,
Radiant and beckoning,
Their scents wafting and tickling the nose.
His gait, so gallant
As he delights in the beauty beside him,
Holding on,
Together,
Forging
Ahead—
The stepping stones
Building a world for two,
In a field filled with light and hope.
Vibrant and radiant life abounds
as lovers, sealed around devotion
thrive midst nature's care...
mindful of paradise
blest, blooming, blissful
entrusted to their stewardship
for functional optimization
they both are committed to fulfill
since trees and vegetation witnessed...
the Creator exhorted them to
"Go and multiply."*
*Genesis 1:28 And God blessed them, and God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth.
February 15, 2025
1st place, "Select a FEB 25 POSTED" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/19/2025
He walks alone in silence as the ghost in his mind wants to come alive
Trees and wildflowers at his side,
paralleling nature’s balance
and symmetrical harmony,
as the yellow faces and hollow bodies beam
In his wake,
he sees a picture painting,
caressing his every step along the way
Seas of yellow in his harbor
peaking through
Where docks of trees, like boats,
line his thoughts,
while the yellow faces of the sun excite
He continues on this path
With an eerie voice pointing toward the light,
look not at a horizon but out past the trees
where a silhouette spans in the forest mist,
trees and wildflowers yearning for a home
connie pachecho
2/15/25
In the cold woods where shadows display,
Two figures wander in the verdant sway.
Beneath the canopy of emerald light,
They tread softly, hidden from everyones sight.
Leaves murmur secrets of times gone by,
As golden beams filter through the sky.
Their steps are hushed, their hearts beat slow,
In the undergrowth where wildflowers grow.
In Van Gogh's world of colour oh i so so bright,
They find peace in the quiet wintery night.
Together they walk, hand in hand,
In this painted, enchanted and interesting land.....
In luxuriant terrane of verdant sprouts
opulent golden understory unveiled,
stemmed by swerving jade blades,
entwining the pairs of legs petrified
within the maze of floral profusion.
The black figure of deviant prominence
stands out like a towering protector
in sutured closeness fused with her,
camouflaged to evade the predator.
Bare trees aligned in harmonized motif,
outline the floral boulevard for them
to walk away from the onyx horizon
to the sunburst meadow ahead.
Skinny kids
Wrinkled clothes
Crooked windows
Non-symmetrical
Snowman slightly off center
The “Olds”
Wrinkled fenders
A round-headed driver
A teetering toboggan
Hanging from its roof
The artists
Sipping hot cocoa
(after the painting by Vincent Van Gogh)
Does she even exist? Doubting her own reality,
seeing herself vanishing in undulating undergrowth,
fading and merging into summer-scorched scenery.
But cold lurks there beneath shafts of sunlight, the phallic trees...
He wears the night underneath, a fabric of dark and unease,
his hand heavy upon her arm, silver-tongued charm
smooth as the silver-limbed leafless trees,
disappearing, now, on a twisting breeze...
Sinuous stems suffocate, writhing and thrashing;
convulsions of shuddering green and yellow.
Enticed ever deeper into flailing flowers,
evanescing into foam of frothing flora...
Did she ever truly exist? It's doubtful.
The flower-frail faceless and nameless
will always be lured and laid, invisible,
dissolving, under bare, phallic trees.
A couple stands side by side in a woods
among the tall slender trunks of many trees
lifting high to the sky,
the unseen crowns of which
I can only imagine.
The man and woman’s feet
are planted on ground
wildly overrun by white and yellow flowers
which seemingly have bloomed
free as a breeze.
Dressed in black,
the man resembles a strange scarecrow
who has escaped his stake,
and his mate in her frock of green
might be a forest nymph who set him free.
An unpopulated place where
poplars grow
Unseen canopies expose
tree trunks in a row
Wildflowers swoon over
undergrowth below
As back to front figures
watch the panoramic show
Lush vegetation evokes a
spellbinding hue
With violet bark
to engrain their view
Don’t flee this forest
reality will go askew
Stay forever
they may just pull through
Lost in the emerald
is a world of their own
Do they seek solace
have seeds been sown?
In this vibrant thicket
where trees have grown
Have they just come together?
or come back to atone
Perfect is a dream
without fear or dread
One that only ends,
when we go to bed?
The artist knew well,
his final words bled
“Sadness will last forever”
>yet brilliance he spread<
He remembered seeing the couple
Walking
In the woods
Hand in hand
It was an image that would stay with him forever
The couple
In the woods
There had been no sign of them
The couple
Hand in hand
Walking
In the woods
He remembered a time
When he held her hand
Walking
In the woods
It’s been a long time
Since they've seen the couple
Hand in hand
In the woods
He would cherish that time
He spent with her
Walking in the woods
Hand in hand
Hand in hand.
In a forest glade where no shadows fall.
An emerging scene of a lovers tryst
Amid yellow broom and the elm trees tall
They embraced each other and gently kissed
She’s just a young girl, he, almost a score
Their romance is new, innocent and pure
And among the blooms on the forest floor
The fledgling pair find passionate allure
Fused in each others arms desire grows strong
With feelings of rapture right from the start
The lovers engage, like in an old song
Vowing to cherish and never to part
There in the woodland they plighted their troth
Amongst the tall elms and dense undergrowth
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