In her bedroom, Shayla sits alone,
Her drawings scattered, her heart turned to stone.
She pulls off her glasses, a sigh escapes her lips,
"My whole life," she murmurs, "a maze I've slipped."
Her hair, a cascade of brown, falls to her shoulder's grace,
She waves her hand, a yearning, a pleading space.
For Charles, the one she loves, but he won't stay,
Outside her window, he's walking away.
She remembers the nights they shared, the laughter and the tears,
But now he's gone, and she's left with all her fears.
She yearns for his touch, his gentle, loving care,
But he's rejected her, and she's left to despair.
Her drawings, once a passion, now collect dust and decay,
A reminder of the happiness that's faded away.
She wonders why she's not enough, why he can't see,
The love she has for him, the love that's meant to be.
In her bedroom, Shayla weeps alone,
Her heart is heavy with sorrow, her love unspoken.
She wishes she could turn back time, make him stay,
But he's gone, and she's left to face another day.
Categories:
triadic, absence, allusion, anger,
Form: Sonnet
REFLECTiONS an ekphrasis triadic line
landscape and water-
in an illusion of
an endless whole
Categories:
triadic, poetry, word play,
Form: Didactic
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black white flinging
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2/7/2020
Ekphrasis tribute to Jackson Pollock’s “Free Form” in the triadic line form
February 7, 2020
REFLECTiONS an ekphrasis triadic line
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Categories:
triadic, art,
Form: Ekphrasis
Like rest, I too wanted to be happy
that sincere heartfelt wish over years grew
But, he has deserted, moved on gladly.
I was confident to be able to
present myself as an ever smiling
young woman brimming with joy, and shining
too, enjoying abundant happiness;
hidden nicely, none knows what gets into
my mind; how I mask deep anguish anew;
They witness my contentment, wittiness.
My smiling through eyes is completely fake.
Never thought I'd meet him in hall; Oh! Lord
as he asked, 'how I'm', couldn't hold tears, just shake
my head tried to move; I wept, hope none heard.
~X~X~X~
Categories:
triadic, lost love,
Form: Sonnet
REFLECTiONS an ekphrasis triadic line
landscape and water-
in an illusion of
an endless whole
Categories:
triadic, poetry, tribute,
Form: Triolet
REFLECTiONS an ekphrasis triadic line
landscape and water-
in an illusion of
an endless whole
ekphrasis tribute to Monet in the triadic line form ( after W C Williams )
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Categories:
triadic, art, imagery,
Form: Ekphrasis