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it abounds in nature
in numbers of infinite
design
they call it the golden
spiral,
a nesting ratio-
must we scale this
delicate mystery?
I follow...
in awe of the form...
in art of the formless
we follow the sun
to sandy lands
the weight of worlds
off our shoulders
you, my beautiful
scarlet fly
rest on the
shoulders of giants
like Étaín and Midir
we turn into swans
and fly away…
Illustration by Stephen Reid
I, the edge of the continent
Rippling in moonglade
Waiting on you
You were gonna tell me the
Meaning of the world,
I mean you were...
The meaning of you & me
Slipping, the undertow
Pulling me back...
Awaken
& raise this dream
From your depths
Pick me up, cover me
In your light
night falls,
the trees dance
in the wind
among soft rain drops
I leap the roof top...
her form, a mirage
light as feathers
rising, falling
holding moonlight
you will cry no more,
our souls will fall no more
Artist: Anna Tang
this I wish
memories of you
falling and fading
from the ardent night
let their dust settle
on silent streets
trample under foot
no longer the fool
take my doubts and fears...
leave me daydreams of love
Artist: Elaine Ho
Denis Denis, avec tes yeux si bleux
Denis Denis, moi j'ai flashe a nous deux
Denis Denis, un grand baiser d'eternite
Denis Denis, je suis si folle de toi
Artist: Graham Voss
I have seen you
fly stormy skies
ride cumulus clouds
dive ocean depths
today, I see
you are a dragon
and I will
never understand you
your wake,
a shell of philosophy
like glass radiating
visceral beauty
Artwork: Lily Abdullina
my heart still
thumping like
darkly stained
cedar
the evening sky
fires its passion
leads me to her
midnight lair
this place,
I've been before
I was the sage
ghosts of stars
still remain
& steal my face
right off my head
magic alights
her whispered smile
& window to bed
I yearn to
break free
of your
starving vines
my canopy will
spring forward
w/ leaves
of ripened veins
Artwork: Joseph Watmough https://t.co/zO23pMmTLh
#microprompt 1354 #inspired #create
shinrin-yoku
the forest covers
me w/ colors
of pine aroma
I sit, nestled at
the rotting log
and remember
your pristine
water, painted
now w/ tiger
tears, longing
to be near you
I bow under
your brow
and bathe in
your gentle glow
Artwork: Mary Trofymova
#AprilFalls20