Oh, writer's block how you confound me.
You've become my greatest enemy.
Thought's buried in my mind,
why is it that you hide?
Words I plead with you to come out,
won't you please let the thoughts sprout?
All the thoughts have fled my head,
everything's already been said,
still I search and try to find
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PAINTBRUSH
Fingertips the bristles of a
pagan paintbrush
painting a Tree of Life
on pacified cheekbones
instead of in liver
from whence it sprung
now it burns to feed
HeartSpace with witty
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ARTIST
They shone daring green avocado
in dark adverse period swearing
guilt ridden heart vanquished free
sacral scrubbed pink and ready
plumed serpent in magnificent bloom
with candles God watched supreme
from blue misty mountain clean
......
she rose from depths of his despair
followed an artistic youthful
D
E
A
TH
blue black curled ~ full grown
fleshy of fairer s _ x
yet u n w a n t e d em
bry
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contemporary Persian ancient
blending intro-imagery with peach
vulnerability
identity a Khoisan outpouring on fields of Kruger Park healings
whilst township dancers make their rites
to bite presence on platform sites
so will Gen Z’s make their
vibrant scratches on our rock walls
for Galactics to visit tall
courage was torn with rosemary bushes like
......
contemporary Persian ancient
blending intro-imagery with peach
vulnerability
identity a Khoisan outpouring on fields of Kruger Park healings
whilst township dancers make their rites
to bite presence on platform sites
so will Gen Z’s make their
vibrant scratches on our rock walls
for Galactics to visit tall
courage was torn with rosemary bushes like
......
she is alive
limbs like entangled serpents
an embryonic adult on canvas
who escaped a naked bed
her art stolen into law school
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[Poet’s Note : This Ekphrasis Poem was placed First in an International Poetry Contest ]
“Sweet is my sleep, but more to be mere stone,
so long as ruin and dishonour reign ;
to bear nought, to feel nought, is my great gain ;
then wake me not, speak in an undertone !”
Michelangelo, Sculptor in Rome
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• DAVID •
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PAINTBRUSH
Fingertips the bristles of a
pagan paintbrush
painting a Tree of Life
on pacified cheekbones
instead of in liver
from whence it sprung
now it burns to feed
HeartSpace with witty
......
GO ! BELOVED MAN ~ go c r e a t e
YOU are the CENTRE OF CREATION
see these children in my embracing protection
I will send them when you are ready
we all float flying together confidently
but now you must L E A V E, descend
our forefingers are disengaging, a pattern paternal, forever humanity will remember
this gesture, TWO IN ONE, a HOLDING
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