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Haiku Seventeen ~ Two Kinds
sadness descending sometimes cold fog enwraps me sometimes a warm shawl
Window Watching
Mannequins in the window
ungainly plastic poses
frozen faces void of expression
Unmoving and unmoved
as I walk past, and yet
I find discomfort in the notion that
perhaps their unseeing eyes
are somehow
watching me
B&W: Patterns
patterns underfoot functional and beautiful balance sole and soul
On the Horizon
horizontal lines life sliced in tidy layers imposing order
Multiple horizons
Multiple horizons
Cee’s Compose Yourself Photo Challenge: Week #6 Horizontal Lines and Horizon
Just a Line
“I can’t draw,” you say.
Drawing is just lines.
Line up your lines
until they look like
what you see
in your mind.
“I can’t write,” you say.
Writing is just lines.
Line up your words
until they say
what your thoughts
have in mind.
“I can’t dance,” you say.
Dancing is just lines.
Lines of movement
drawn with your body
until they portray
what you feel
in your soul.
“I can’t” is just a line
we tell ourselves
when we’re afraid.
Cat Nap
dog sleeps fitfully paws twitch as he softly whines dreaming of the chase
Juxtaposition
Flow
ponds of consciousness run deeper than flitting streams thought ripples take time
Leading Lines
leading lines entice compositional pathways eyes cannot resist
Photo Gallery. (On blog site: click on any photo to see full size in slideshow format.)
In response to Cee’s Compose Yourself photo lesson on leading lines.
What Rhymes with Stanza? 