a source
of
inspiration
the
visible
artistic
voice
natural
sensitivities
of
familiar
landscapes
representations
evoking
the
ambiguous
in
elegant
imagery
with
dramatic
visions
enhanced
in realism
serene
&
constrained
OPEN FORM in lowercase without grammatical symbols ,uses spaces&breaks relying upon 'the one breath limitation' & as a 'happening' requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input &respond in a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood & thus is inherently variable.
visual
diaries
conveying
a sense
of
performative
persona
introverted
&
private
together
in
a
convention
of
representations
imagined
& figurative
self-perceptions
Crowd is easier to be ruled
Than a bunch of individuals
So the rulers and their fools
Do behave collisional
Towards anyone who is
Much too independent
Rulers flatter and appease
Fools come out resplendent
With their threats and accusations
But the individuals stand
By their own representations
Truth moves on like shifting sands
On the coastlines where we strolled
When the world was looking grand
And the future wasn’t that small.
PORTRAITS
composite
unanimous
elated
& dumbfounded
overwhelmed
completely
surreal
yet
exciting
conveying
a sense
of
performative
persona
introverted
&
private
together
that subvert
convention
distorted
representations
imagined vaguely
fragmented
translucent
& figurative
an atmosphere
of
movement
&full of
storyline
accompanying
the
skewed
REPRESENTATION
envisaged
a
basis
to
speculate
on
a potential
to
the
unrepentant
a
tour de force
of
magnaminity
exasperated
throughout
strikingly
infifferenct
where
the
bleak
stark
survive
in
the
realm
of fantasy
an
embodiment
of
progress
in
a
watchful
outing
of
the prosperous
&
the
common man
Hands worn, warm
Embracing the heart,
Smiles, in eyes – twinkling
Each thought,
Precious gifts from one
Who listens to the still, small voice
The love who abides inside
Where echoes of His light
Silence every doubt, all fear
Wrinkles, gray hair and skin,
Details of a life lived,
Life penciled in lines, haggard
Representations of secrets
Woven through the stitches
Scenes assigning hope
To the heart and grace
To the spirit, the yearnings
Dreams unfolding, imaginations
Reaching beyond the hopes
Into the silence of forever – always
She is 7 years younger than
Her mother was when she left
this world, this place…
pondering the rich blessings
Inspirations promising, in the graying
Hair, the pallid skin and painful
Way knuckles crack and swell…
There is the promise of eternity
Even for the faded youth, the lost
Dreams and the failed past…
There is an eternity with Him,
A Savior who makes a way
Where no way has ever been known,
A way – for the heart to finally come home!
They loiter, smoke pensively, whisper low.
some pace the thin snow
writing mist clouds that look like thoughts
roaming the night air.
All of them shuffle, wait and watch.
If the sky topples from the stars tonight
those who wait in the cold,
those watchers will still be there
for they're the dark silhouettes of myself
darker than any night they are.
Those forms are cut outs,
spectral representations
shaped by many a listless memory.
Long night vigils when I slept not
but somnambulantly waited
eyes glued to nothing.
Homophonic Phenomena
David J Walker
How freely dismissed
The simplest forms
That reason must take
Mistaken
For roads
Not taken
Or feigned to take
The vagabonds path
To madness and night
The phenomenon
Of a homophone
left to its own
Devise
Hidden emendation
Alterations
Of eruditious representations
Truth hidden within
alternative alliterations
which no cavalier palaver
may define
If preys choose to retreat,
Inside the womb of the divine
If they chose to be deaf
To the incessant din that hurt their ears
And to be blind
To the trauma that they went through
Gather it not that the evil monsters
Trying to feast upon their purity
Shall be allowed redemption!
Gather it not that the blessings conferred unto them
Shall remain
Gather it not that their kin shall bloom into rare pearls
Gather it not even that their afterlife is meant to be as rosy
As they wish it to be
For,
Preys, when they stand back up
And face the world with a smile,
Have upon their crowns,
A tiara
Given to them as a promise
That justice shall be done
As long as they would choose to carry out their duties
And fulfil the requirements of their fates!
And armed with divine justice,
Preys are no more to be deemed as such,
Rather, they are to be feared
For being living representations of strength!
BEAUTY OF SHAPES
naturally
idyllic
absolutely
without
emphasis
a manner
of looking
at
tinted visions
in the
art eye
of life
sublime dreams
without shadows
in an
exacting blend
of
imagined scenes
of splendour
beyond reality
pictures
on canvass
representations
conceived visions
of
spontaneity
of sensation
beginnings
with no end
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Civil Rain
David J Walker
I could see it from a distance
The stroke of midnight looming
When this OD Green façade would
Dissolve in a civilian rain
How ya-gonna-act
Who will you be
What will you take home
Besides pain
I am my own blurry memory as
The chemical color
representations
Fade within the frames
Drinking up
The familiar cup
Of civil rain
And a prayer for each passing day
Nocturnal soulstice
Drown me slowly in
Fields of fractal curiousities,
Adrift in non reality caves
littered with magic pearl wisdoms
with envelop stars. Pulsar opals
lit by flame, hugging in square
circles 'round blue charged
cozy monastery marinas.
Ascetics assuming lotus blossom bliss
Incarnates huddled in full measure light,
gently colliding space in time.
Would you believe that which I believe?
Will I become who I believe?
Can I believe that which I believe?
If no reality, no belief.
If no belief, nothing is real.
If nothing is real, nothing exists.
If nothing exists, we are emptiness.
If we are empty, what are we?
Incorporeal representations of the classic tenent--
To be or not to be.
reality
in space
representations
of perspectives
perceived
exposures
of idiosyncratic
questions
without answers
intent to disturb
or calm
the art of making
not judging
fragments flattened
in two dimensions
it is what it is
..just ways & means
depictions
sans
explanations
An Abstract World..
Of which..
Surrounds..
Vivid colors so bright
The eyes cannot ignore the vision..
Eyes feasting on a masterpeice
Beyond beautiful and breathtaking..
Reflections of pure magnificence..
Twisted and mysterious representations of existence..
Falling into the abstract world..
Where lies the unknown..
Submerged in awe..
A wonderland of bliss..
A magical awakening..
A maze
Twists and turns
Floating happily..
Flying in abstract..
A mystical journey awaits..
Thrillseekers drenched in excitement..
Santurated in the hidden and unhidden..
Embellish in an Abstract World..
Where lies mysticism ..
In an inner world beyond beautiful..
Beyond breathtaking..
The full moon has a variety of different representations globally.
A wolf within the wilderness looks up
On a beautiful full moon and howls
That's when a wolf alerts the rest of its pack of possible incoming danger.
A pack of wolves creates strength
Their power in numbers multiply
Numbers which they form in a wolf pack.
A leader of its pack is an alpha
An alpha mate is a betta.
A lone wolf is known to be an omega.
A real wolf is a rare wolf.
To Native American cultures
A wolf symbolizes loyalty, courage, strength.
A wolf is a companion
Wolves follow their instinct within nature.
A totem of a wolf symbolizes
A Wolf is nature's spiritual animal
This animal is known for its wisdom and knowledge.
A wolf is also known for purity and
Wolves are our most loyal companion.
A friend who never leaves your sight.
A tamed wolf is known to be a husky.
Their beautiful eyes call to me.
Genuinely I see a wolf within a husky.
Humanity inbreeds wolves so it can live amongst society.
To teach us wisdom and knowledge.
Only a rare blue moon I can hear a wolf cry the loudest.
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