I took a mountain ride
Scenes unfolded before my eyes
beneath widespread, deep, blue skies
It was the perfect place to hide
Far away from stress and obligations
In a world of colorful trees
Showing off before a deep freeze
Nature has its own intentions
I could smell Autumn at my fingertips
Red berries were shining in the sun
A decorated forest was full of fun
As the elevation released hardships
I drove away and I said, goodbye
I am grateful for all that it gave me
Everything that I experienced, all to see
Until next time, waiting for me to fly
Heidi Sands
9/24/26
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The art of creating a visual response to a piece of writing is known as a reverse ekphrasis ie the inverse of the centuries old poetic form of ekphrasis.
The most well known example being Charles Demuth 'Figure 5' based upon a W C Williams Poem.(see link in notes above)
EMAGI is a recent (fun) variation of a reverse ekphrasis derived by the advent of the widespread use of hand held digital communication devices -where words in digital symbols /letters can be represented as a shape
and uses a poet's poem to inspire the digitised 'drawing'
Edward Thomas 'HAYMAKING'
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The art of creating a visual response to a piece of writing is known as a reverse ekphrasis ie the inverse of the centuries old poetic form of ekphrasis.
The most well known example being Charles Demuth 'Figure 5' based upon a W C Williams Poem.(see link in notes above)
EMAGI is a recent (fun) variation of a reverse ekphrasis derived by the advent of the widespread use of hand held digital communication devices -where words in digital symbols /letters can be represented as a shape
and uses a poet's poem to inspire the digitised 'drawing'
and an EMAGI as entered Sep 14 in this weeks VISUAL POETRY STUDIO
Wallace Stevens Valley Candle
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The art of creating a visual response to a piece of writing is known as a reverse ekphrasis ie the inverse of the centuries old poetic form of ekphrasis.
The most well known example being Charles Demuth 'Figure 5' based upon a W C Williams Poem.(see link in notes above)
EMAGI is a recent (fun) variation of a reverse ekphrasis derived by the advent of the widespread use of hand held digital communication devices -where words in digital symbols /letters can be represented as a shape
and uses a poet's poem to inspire the digitised 'drawing'
and an EMAGI as entered Sep 7 in this weeks VISUAL POETRY STUDIO
Wallace Stevens'ICE CREAM' a 99
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Traffic buzzing, racing and jamming brakes
People bustling on sidewalks and streets
Noise with everything, rushing, except for lines waiting
Voices, horns, a blur of activity all around
Then, there is the ride to return home
Empty road, widespread fields, open land
Mountain views with rivers and bright flowers
Peace settles in as my mind clears and heart slows
- It feels like heaven all around -
Heidi Sands
9/2/26
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If I could choose one thing to say
it would be, maybe I shouldn't have done it my way
Driven by trauma of my own,
pain was bled where seeds were grown
One would think justice is best
Yet it can lead to another quest
It may not have been up to me
Once told I am not a martyr, you see
It felt righteous and an obligation
But, left me stranded at a train station
Widespread corruption led to more harm done
Instead of saving people, it was a setting sun
It felt wrong to ignore or stay silent
I was always seeking for people to repent
Regardless of how right it seems to be,
my way now, may be to flee
Still conflicted, as processing takes place
Trying to accept what others can't face
I continue to absorb what I see
Hoping wisdom gained, will gently guide me
Heidi Sands
8/10/26
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I was able to take a ride on my 50cc scooter today
It had been sitting for so long!
As the wind touched my face, everything disappeared.
All that was left were images that I passed by
Purple flowers, yellow flowers, birds and barns
I saw the tractors on the widespread farms
White laced clouds floated in the blue sky
My body was cleansed, the air was fresh
Freedom led me on the roads I traveled
On top of all that, gas is cheap!
I cannot ask for more than that ! (Lol)
Heidi Sands
8/9/26
(C)opyright
Heed inner vocal prompt,
hear that subtle whisper,
hidden compass beneath,
hand or heart to self oath,
hovers above dumb delay,
hindsight a red faced blush,
hapless one, null and void
Harvest of well-being,
happens to tender souls,
hinging on trusted gut’s,
honey pot lucky lure,
healing ache sedative,
halcyon phase ensues,
hoist a mirthful flag wave
Install a frame of mind,
include grand fitting goals,
imagine true triumph,
imbued with lavish heart,
instant rapport on switch,
ignites widespread blue flame,
instinct, root source ally
Flicker of ancient shadows playing with fire.
Crackle of light, fine spirited wind and chimes.
Infant’s lullaby, before the sea aspire.
Unfurling leaves, hunter green, sonorous climb.
Twinkling of eyes, brightening of poet’s inspire.
Christmas bow unwrapped, labyrinthine daytimes.
Wonder of a storm, rocking and rolling force.
A stupendous show, tree splits, a ship off course.
Peaks and valleys alight with touch, candlelight.
Flicker and sizzle, creaking, crashing of bed.
Crisscrossing to transcend remarkable height.
She whispers a moan; romantic fire, widespread.
Trunk bends, ceiling fan blowing a clash downright.
They’re like thunder and lightning. Oh what a night!
A storm, like a firepit, is stoked; flames are high.
All at once, all is calm. Cloud's singular sigh.
Handsets
peppy ringing
fosters frequent discourse
bridging loneliness with a prompt
chinwag
gadgets
solid gainful
employ explores express
rapport despite widespread qualms re
mobiles
628.
St. Francis Prayer
Lord,
Let me become a tool of Thy order
Where there is hatred, let love be there
Where there is hurt, let forgiveness be there
Where there is distrust, let faithfulness be there
Where there is hopelessness, let opportunity be there
Where there is darkness, let light be there
Where there is grief, let gladness be there
Oh Holy Lord,
Let not my eyes be so widespread
So I can comfort as I am comforted
So I can comprehend as I am comprehended
So I can love as I am beloved
Because it is by giving that we can be given
And it is by forgiving that we can be forgiven
And it is by dying that we can be born again.
Amen.
-12/28/2018
(Dumarao)
*My Poetic Prayers to Saints Trilogy 2018
LITERAL TRANSLATION
existential
either-or
strategems
expressing
fundamental
reckoning
insisting
theoretical
individuality
to
ensure
survival
conserved
the
widespread
evidence
of
contradictions
so
precisely
occasioned
The topics I’m the most scared to write about,
Are parts of me that are currently in hiding,
But that assist in the shaping of me.
The Divinity behind conscious touch,
The Spell cast from the touching of lips,
The ripples oozing each time bodies meet.
How sacred to feel hearts beating together,
Shoulders brushing and energy building,
Two beings amplifying... How Holy.
Hair scented like love,
Soft Hands holding tight,
The thought of it has me folding.
The Divinity becomes lost in touch,
In convenience and in ease,
Creation Rituals turning to disease.
Accessible performance videos,
Disconnected from the magic,
Widespread, and fed to thee.
God runs through the veins that pulse,
Source charges batteries when aware,
Seeing stars together and becoming free.
Tarnished terminologies,
Toilet humour to cover primitive urges,
The most beautiful manipulating the we.
Yearning for transformation through touch,
Once experienced all else unfulfilling,
So sacred, to experience Soul Fueled Intimacy.
The aim of news is to widespread anxiety
To add more stress inside and out just for fun
We play the readers, posing the society
Among those out for a morning run
The social myth about the media is trivial
Nobody opens stuff under the good headlines
Bad stuff’s far more attractive and believable
We feel the edge of these ill-fated times
But what’s left in the end, reminds a song
Yesterday’s Papers by the Stones, it gives some tips
Although the papers didn’t last too long
Weren’t they useful at the time for wrapping chips
These days we serve the digital completeness
Newspapers gone, our chips are boxed and wet
Tactility gets shrunk, that dual purpose sweetness
Remains a memory, which hasn’t faded yet.
379.
The 3 R's
The oppressive Spanish rule gained 3 Responses
From illuminated writers to infuriated armed forces…
Revolts became widespread from up to down
By Muslims, by pagans in a province or town
Reform was a movement against discrimination
By enlightened scholars who awakened the nation
Revolution called for freedom from Mother Spain
To end the years of their corruption and gain
…Through these 3 R's, we formed our identity
We've learned we're different, we have our own country!
-09/13/2015
(Dumarao)
*Philippine History Rhyme Collection
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