Posted in the Daily Post: Shadow
“The true work of art
is but a shadow
of the divine perfection”
Michelangelo
Shadow Play
Shadows on the Water
Wishing
I was there
In that place,
Called elsewhere
But for now
It’s just a shadow
A faded memory
Of somewhere
Posted in the Daily Post: Shadow
“The true work of art
is but a shadow
of the divine perfection”
Michelangelo
Shadow Play
Shadow Living
Living, inside a shadow
Is it just a cover?
Or is it just for show?
No other person knows
For we are, the shadows
Posted in the Daily Post: Shadow
“The true work of art
is but a shadow
of the divine perfection”
Michelangelo
Shadow Play
Reflected Reality on a Shadow
Maybe, a shadow
Maybe, the real thing
Which one
To hold on?
Which one to be trusted
Which one gets me busted?
Choose carefully
Or it will be your undoing
Posted in the Daily Post: Shadow
“The true work of art
is but a shadow
of the divine perfection”
Michelangelo
Shadow Play
Shadowy Self Reflection
Crouching in the shadows
Between the flowers of the meadow
In the darkness there is no sorrow
Just some time to borrow
Posted in the Daily Post: Solitude
“Solitude is fine
but you need someone to tell
that solitude is fine.”
― Honoré de Balzac
Solitude
At the turn of the hour
The lone yellow flower
Has mustered all its power
Fully loaded with a new attitude
To leave the state of solitude
Posted in the Daily Post: Solitude
“Solitude is fine
but you need someone to tell
that solitude is fine.”
― Honoré de Balzac
Solitude
On the barren land
Which the owners damned
A solitary flower stands
In a soil filled with sand
It may not be grand
But still in demand
Posted in the Daily Post: Solitude
“Solitude is fine
but you need someone to tell
that solitude is fine.”
― Honoré de Balzac
Solitude
From the cold hard rock
Little yellow things found their dock
Now in the summer’s breeze
The tiny flowers cheerfully flock
Posted in the Daily Post: Solitude
“Solitude is fine
but you need someone to tell
that solitude is fine.”
― Honoré de Balzac
Solitude
Into the open air it fled
Its wings wide spread
A solitary bird
Without its herd
Into the horizon to be blurred
Posted in the Daily Post: Solitude
“Solitude is fine
but you need someone to tell
that solitude is fine.”
― Honoré de Balzac
Solitude
On the rocks was seen
The solitary house
Fit for a queen
And even a mouse
Posted in the Daily Post: Solitude
“Solitude is fine
but you need someone to tell
that solitude is fine.”
― Honoré de Balzac
Solitude
Suspended in mid air
Trying to get somewhere
Alas going nowhere
Hanging there
Quite the solitaire
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