Art Sijo Poems

I'll remake my small and simple gift for you with more love.
I'll slowly prove myself a gift of love sent from above.
I'll gradually show you...

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I no longer need to protect my big but open heart.
I am fully open to this impassioning new start.
I am finally blessed with someone to...

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I saw black birds against cloud canvas,
     aestheticism in motion.
I saw a rainbow tower meet sky,
     and...

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Treasures, I have enjoyed ! Penning poems, art and drawings,
Finding my poetic voice, my purpose, journey, true north, and faith,
I do love these things...

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Sweat drips backstage, mouth parched, heart beating at a sprinter's pace.
All eyes on me, as lights dim with spotlight honing on mic and lips.
Words flow...

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As I paint a keepsake rock with my brush-style permanent markers,
I think of how the marks soon enough wash away off of my skin,
Just as...

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Jewellery, stylish pens, paper hearts, nostalgic figurines,
Memories of holidays spent in my grandmother's place,
Cherishing purple checker box with snowflakes, praying for same things....

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*Image of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde poster by Wiki.

That's Close Enough

Shapeshifters, and or, shapeshifting ... preps our world always,
A speck sans a cavass, ......

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Black painting square is on the cutting
           edge of minimal art
Carefully placed, post modern dark,...

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Ocean offers up gifts;
It’s very generous.

I accept what I’m given and use it to create jewelry;
Teeth, bone and shell are tools for art.

Against human skin,...

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Music soothes the savage poet in me; it naturally inspires.

It soothes my rogue artist, so truths I can impart.

Every day my musical journey, tours corridors...

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Winter dreams, in deepest sleep, bring images in colors bold.

Stories built, as I sleep find their way into my poetry and art.

Creativity’s winters side effect;...

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A pen travels across paper; a line appears to follow.

Curiously growing eyes; anxiously follow its path.

Muscles and tendons taught; cat leaps and the sketch is...

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In autumn, leaves show their true colors; personalities from God’s palette.

Yellow, gold, red, browns and Vandyke orange; pigments bold.

I press them in a book for...

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A poem of a poem

A poem may be wonderfully challenging to write.
Why should it be too easy, if it is to be a delight?
Nothing that...

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