Overlord,
You who you are
With oversight on the world
As it shits around the edges
Making slow turns
Circling timeless time
As the world shifts around the edges
As the sun blackens
And the eye blindens,
I draw fading beauty
In washes of sepia
As the sun blackens
As the eye blindens
I capture light fading
In washes of sepia
Will the brush capture
The fading light of the evening
In loose washes of sepia
Will you draw upon the beauty
Of the horizontal moon ?
Will you pick up speed
To draw the moving feet
Of commuters in the
freezing winter morning?
Will you suspend
The seagull in flight
Will you catch its wing
As it tears up the light?
Will you snare the sparking gems
Flickering on the water?
Draw the frothy divide of white
As a ferry cuts through the Hudson?
inflorescence of frothy white
As the ferry cuts through the river?
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Long coats
Tired arms
Wailing voices
Droopy eyes
—-
Voices of
aching
With their undone work
I draw flickering beauty
In washes
Through brown dusty windows
The sun still reaches
Light blinding the waters
Long shadows creasing buildings
The shape of light
Disappearing in flight
A dispensary of white
Floating by the tail sight
At night, you see
Gems of light
Flickering in sight
Strange shapes
Dark shadows flickering on awnings
Long shadows inking awnings
The rattling motor of the ferry
In
In loose
In pale vermilion
On Tue, Mar 4, 2025 at 5:05 AM Loki <lmuthura@gmail.com> wrote:
I draw beautyI look at the blue waterSparkles in the moving waterYellow moon hanging horizontalI belong to that ancient communityOf craftsmen that chiseled grace and beautyOne stone at a timeI am of ancient ilkAncient KannadigaIn pen and inkDrawing blue watersThe flight of pigeonsWaiting peopleNursing cell phonesThe line is movingOne wave at a timeCatch the wingAgainst the light of the skyAs it disappears into the blueFrom where I place my feetI spot a hyacinth parakeetSea gull in flightDrawing upon lifeWorking on the ideasRattling in the trainIdeasWorking the trainWorking the
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