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Pen Strokes
Moonlight lifts the veil Creeping past the shades and hue Silhouette cast on my canvas Awaiting Attention Craving Connection Observing this expressive culmination of culture One sees no flaw... Free of blemish, imperfection, impurity... As if sculpted by the hands of divinity This mosaic is counterpoint to the trinity Harmonious in cadence and chemistry Physically...A manifestation of melody... Yet still awaiting finality. The canvas calls... "Finish me...Finish me..." So I plunge into the depths of my work Stroke after Stroke Foregoing the need to surface There is no gasping No emerging for air Quite contraire... Instead the trepidation withers Anxieties vanquished As shudders turn to shivers And shivers gain in pace Forming quakes...my pen creates... And recreates--- Inaudible symphonies Conducted in two-four, three-four More...More time... Utilizing that universal signature Stroke after Stroke The inner Euphantus is summoned Drawing upon recollection of ancestry These pen strokes traced the curvatures of history Her story was found within the bounds of this passage as well Defined and noted as the premise supreme Devoting depictions to this amorous Odyssey While invoking wooden horses of fabled lore I too chose to strike in the night... Stroke after Stroke Until the walls of great Troy were sieged Allowing my Helen to experience sweet release... Finally...Finality... |
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well done and welcome to the site....
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Pen Strokes Moonlight lifts the veil Creeping past the shades and hue Silhouette cast on my canvas Awaiting Attention Craving Connection Observing this expressive culmination of culture One sees no flaw... Free of blemish, imperfection, impurity... As if sculpted by the hands of divinity This mosaic is counterpoint to the trinity Harmonious in cadence and chemistry Physically...A manifestation of melody... Yet still awaiting finality. The canvas calls... "Finish me...Finish me..." So I plunge into the depths of my work Stroke after Stroke Foregoing the need to surface There is no gasping No emerging for air Quite contraire... Instead the trepidation withers Anxieties vanquished As shudders turn to shivers And shivers gain in pace Forming quakes...my pen creates... And recreates--- Inaudible symphonies Conducted in two-four, three-four More...More time... Utilizing that universal signature Stroke after Stroke The inner Euphantus is summoned Drawing upon recollection of ancestry These pen strokes traced the curvatures of history Her story was found within the bounds of this passage as well Defined and noted as the premise supreme Devoting depictions to this amorous Odyssey While invoking wooden horses of fabled lore I too chose to strike in the night... Stroke after Stroke Until the walls of great Troy were sieged Allowing my Helen to experience sweet release... Finally...Finality... 
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OohI like!! I like!!!
Welcome Tammy 
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Thank you KC, Mirror and Tammy. Appreciate the commentary.
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Very nice, I am diggin the rhythm of this piece.
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Thanks miss consonant.
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