It rained in my Heart

It rained in my Heart

15 March 2018

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Courtesy Christian Schloe

 

Desert skies looming

Grey landscapes of dust and toil

Sun’s pallor lasted

 

Butterflies hung low

Paper birds flirted with winds

Sands wasted on skin

 

Trees shriveled in sight

Limp grass a patchwork of gloom

Green a memory

 

Stillness at peak point

Air absent in atmosphere

Windmills in the mind

 

Whisper from lost Home

Scent of jasmine in the air

Ray pierced into Grey

 

Skies broke into blue

Keen thoughts stirred within my soul

It rained in my Heart

 

Reading of the poem: 

Six Hours – Abel Korzeniowski

Change the Earth

Change the Earth

17 December 2017

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Take my eye

See blossoms rising

From dead leaves

Uprising

Everlasting green in brown

From wasted the clean

 

Bandwith mean

Average effort

Middle path

Needle math

Summoning the craft in hand

Making no demand

 

Tears in eyes

Compassion extreme

Renewed birth

Change the Earth

Blue green vision from a dream

Now freed from the lies

 

Singing of the poem: 

Reading of the poem: 

And they have escaped the weight of darkness – Ólafur Arnalds

Chalk drawing of flower

Chalk drawing of flower

15 August 2017

 

This is a new trial in chalk of a flower. I am not sure which flower it is. I initially thought azalea but am not doubting it. Unfortunately there was nothing on the name when I saw the image.

 

I have used smudging as well as direct chalk application. The medium I drew upon is coloured plain brown sheet. My guess is that this would have been better on a lighter colour of the same type of sheet.

 

I hope you like it nevertheless

Azalea 2

Anni Rose – Tulku

The raw taste of strawberry

The raw taste of strawberry

7 April 2017

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Courtesy Erik Brede on fineartamerica.org

 

Splashing light

Into dark corners

Waking scent

Of mourners

Reliving in dreams instant

Of moments fragrant

 

Honey bees

Lifting up my knees

New posture

Green pasture

Running through meadows of gold

Naked tale foretold

 

Steel not rust

Redeems what we must

Wanderlust

Before dust

The raw taste of strawberry

Feasting in Love Trust

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The light of my Soul – Alexander Tarasov

Life is Priceless – Alexander Tarasov

The Long Awaited Meeting – Alexander Tarasov

Random walk

Random walk

25 March 2017

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Single tone

The ring of your voice

In my head

Like undead

Flowers gardeners behead

Regain new stem life

 

Undone strife

Unsheathed once the knife

Safely tucked

As they clucked

Disapproval a constant

Dissonant assent

 

Once buried

Hare and mice scurried

To the fence

For tuppence

The show a manner of calls

That dead man recalls

 

Sing the night

Through the larky day

They saw hay

We saw green

The hue somewhere in between

Our truths and their lies

 

The baby cries

When the milk turns sour

Jaded hour

Wane power

Cities where eyes look lower

Thank meekest sunsets

 

Waste regrets

On the living mouths

Double talk

Random walk

On brink of togetherness

Living in caress

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Take me somewhere nice – Mogwai

The shades of my Heart

The shades of my Heart

2 March 2017

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Ring me tone

For a Love to hone

Bitter taste

Shades of waste

The shadows flown out in haste

Layers of the Love

 

Spill me green

Astride ashes strewn

On the moon

Maidens swoon

We waited yet got not boon

Lovers quit too soon

 

Seventeen

Verses that could count

Smuggled sweet

Across street

Two thousand now in between

The shades of my Heart

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The colour of Love – Yakuro

I See You Baby

I See You Baby

2 February 2017

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Ma’s cradle

Always in the shade

No needle

Neither blade

Only mama’s white Sunshade

Baby everglade

 

Baby’s lost

Running in graveyard

Mistaken

Green backyard

Hearts and guts are beating low

Lost in dusty flow

 

Inky glow

Uncovering deep

Maidens sleep

Do they weep

All you see is frightening teeth

Perhaps none beneath

 

Ma’s paddle

Tells you what to trade

The weasel

Says the grade

All love by which you’ll abade

Losing the parade

 

The soul’s cost

Trimming in billard

Forsaken

Green orchard

Stunts and brunts are beating brow

Death is costly blow

 

Pinch me slow

Awakening sleep

Husbands creep

From wells steep

Now they see the edge of heath

My life now bequeath

 

He crawled out

In tatters from thorns

His head bled

Bloody red

Mama Dove shows blue in me

I See You Baby

 

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Reading of the poem:  

City – Jain

Say my name – Jain

Makeba – Jain

Bad Day – Jain

You can Blame Me – Jain

All My Days – Jain