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The votive of this sleepless night (Only peeked at by the moon As she hurriedly turns away Across the sky and seeks to hush The giddy stars into a somber mirthless march Until dawn can come to hide the sight By her greater light) Is left untouched consuming the wick And puddling the wax ThatContinue reading “Votive”

Do we know the beauty we create? Each word, act dropped like paint to the canvas. All pigment, all hue, all color run together. Brightness unclutched by restraining hands. A madness of unfinished Intention, There muddled until flashing into recognition. (Unwritten design drawn from us like music From a deep-souled violin and laid on air)Continue reading “Impressionist”