MUSIC AND THE VISUAL
extraordinary
influence
celebrated
paraphrased
experiments
a discussed
prefaced
leitmotif
illustrative
evocation
translating
literal
juxtaposed
polychrome
conceptions
floating
mirrored
settings
interrupting
transformed
apotheosis
parallelled
as
notional
utterances
seemingly
unbounded
imagined
superiority
extolled
narrative
embodiments
edifying
emotive
discourse
of
intrinsic
harmony
ILLUMINATED REFLECTIONS
allegorical
cogniscenti
vibrant
silhouetted
symbols
exudes
affection
in
picturesque
harmony
emerges
striking
perspectives
steeped
in
captivating
enchanting
shadow
prominent
illustrative
descriptive
hints
gestures
atmospheric
distractions
protude
entwine
unfolds
patterned
&sparkling
intricately
adorned
discarding
identity
trumpets
multiple
thoughts
celebrating
embracing
simultaneously
foreshortened
smiles
proffering
featured
textures
abounding
with
appointed
highlights
masquerading
ambitious
dramatic
perspectives
streaming
abundant
elaborate
elegant
colourful
exquisite
elements
A SENSE OF WONDER-:-
disparate
varying
elements
compositional
principles
allied TO IMAGINATION
compromised
floral
personified
literally
marginalised
in a SINGLE HUE
illustrative
tonal
valued
selective
motifs
DECORATIVE FRAGMENTS
opportunity
in
transient
reliefs
illustrative
leitmotifs
personified
&
unleashed
as
principles
of
lasting
awareness
underlines
impulses
with
flowering
flourishing
touches
ministering
to
the
effective
&
creative
SYMBOLIZED NAIVETY-:-
draped
shaped
individual
creative
amusements
of DADAISTICAL MEMOIRS
confused
bizarre
illustrative
dreamworlds
materialise
are SUDDENLY REVEALED
invoked
transient
notions
indissoluably
linked
The illustrative sky painter,
Draping celestial seascapes,
Aurora, the nighttime dancer,
Stream across the penumbra stars,
A spectral emerald curtain,
Whispering cosmic enigmas,
A scintillating, breath-filled awe,
The North’s energetic spirit.
Inconversant Ivan is inconsolable and inconspicuously indistinctly
Illinois and Iowa ignorant. Instinctively and incredulously inducing
Illustrative ideas that implement indefinable individual
Indifference, ignoring Aunt Inez’s illustrious ideals.
His Living Poem
I am a simple man,
loquacious words I have not.
The few illustrative words I possess
I recently learned or already forgot.
Authored by those more educated,
are the poems I read before.
Frost, Yeats, Whitman, Longfellow,
Poe, Dickenson, Vance Cooke, and more.
Even you, my sophisticated friends,
possess the gifts I dearly desire.
Within you lies countless treasures,
that sparkle when read by a lamp or a searing fire.
What gift in me I can draw on you for a smile or tear?
What, in my limited capacity, can I impart to you?
And what have I acquired, would you want to bear?
There is none, from what I can find, or view.
That you've read this far, none have come before.
Surely countless have already left,
as a dull wit I be, and to others just a bore.
The only observation I can find,
that would allow me to be of a facility,
is His living poem... a simple rhyme...
is what God hath made in me.
And through His faith,
He trusts in me... His very simple rhyme,
to read the poems penned by you,
a gift from Him to you,
expressions so sublime.
by Martin Braun
July 30,2023
IDEAS
an
applied sense
of the literate
conceptions
undevalued
gratituous
but
honourable
in
curious phenomena
change places
a mark
of verse
fluctuating rhythm.
gyrating
emotions
so irregular
of
no consequence
incoherently
emerge
so freelyASSUMPTIONS
subtle &
many
illustrative
observations
in
layered
settings
on many
levels
amplified
foibles
in
an absurdity
of
unlikely flights
of
imaginative
action
so plausible
&
authorial
in
tone
from
ingenious
angles
recognised
or imagined
setting
to
&
create
restoration
to
illustrate
I am the wind
the textured curl of clouds
those specks of glitter
silver and gold are my
illustrative gleams
the foiling wings
that flutter and flap
feathers ripe with color
complementing all rosy hills
a rolling kiss a splash of
blush a dash of spicy dish
the pepper and the salt
of a morning's stirring serving
see me in the meadows
there where wildflowers overflowing
bees and butterflies how they gaily
bob take lick like little children
at the serving tops of apples candied
making funny faces where those more
tart chasing rainbow tails the
fond remnants of showers
I made this day for you
now do me honor
save some acres from your cities
and roads
one or two at the least
as I keep sacred
your plot through the heavens
I want to write an epic novel, my words to be conserved
my paper is plenty and my pen is ready, I will write a book of great worth.
Its been an hour and nothing yet, but the day is still quite young... I won't give up, I know I'm great, my creative mind will birth
that great classic novel, with its illustrative cover, and a story to rock the world.
Yes laugh all you want and chuckle along, my day of fame will come!
For the day I was born was a glorious day as the world with my presence I graced.
I do find it strange that I do not have friends, all my invites are declined... odd, try as I may when invited to "play" the response is always "another day"..
Imagination of course, for who could resist spending time with magnificent me?
my dynamic presence rising as en edifice, unique is what you see.
What a good thing I'm modest, not inclined to boast (though I know you would love to be me!)
Well darkness is falling and yawn I am falling asleep at my desk with my pen.
Its quite tough writing novels, I shall try again later, but for now I really must rest.
The ever clever, talented Beatrix Potter was interested in everything
She self-published The Tale of Peter Rabbit; it was met with a zing.
Her scientific interest led us to understand germination of fungus spores
Her journals written in code, deciphered by an engineer, Mr. Dores.
Beatrix was the first person to put clothes on animals in her books.
Until this time, they were much more natural in their illustrative looks.
One of her biggest fans was a young lad named Ronald Dahl.
She encouraged him to write. His books are enormous, world-tall.
Beatrix had Peter Rabbit and Squirrel Nutkin, both of them tales.
Ronald Dahl penned Charlie and the Chocolate Factory near Wales.
They are both vibrant reminders that writers can become immortal.
As I read some of their books like Matilda, I drool and I chortle.
BY MINE DAYS CONVEYED
as i struggle over the contours of continuation
i have not lost the capacity for compassion
i sail through stomrs with a temperment fair
acknowledging the coming and going of fashion
garbs may forever fall in and out of fashion
yet it is the character of the man who dons them
and if that man has a prelude of pride
it matters not what colors may lead to his hem
as i become older yet not necessarily wiser
i realize that wisdom is a gift many overlook
as length of days and years are granted unto me
i realize how many blessings of mine time has forsook
the manner in which my son may one eulogize me
such is the way i pay homage to the men who've been my guide
when cloudiness conveys contempt for the sky
it is within those clandestine clouds wherein i choose to hide
wisdom might surely have evaded my days
and strength may have, like fashion, at times faded away
it is with a modicum of strength and wisdom that i pray
may the sun paint my soul and death for a while hold its stay
(c) 2011......PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Quaint country canvas,
Layered...pastel horizons;
Watercolor skies.
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