Big rocks
Little rocks
White gravel
Grey pebbles
Green moss
Earth wall
Seeing nothing
Mind closed
(Look again)
People chatter
Dappled sunshine
Gentle patterns
Lovingly tended
Every day
Nothing seeing
Open mind
Endless, zen [o]
Life is meaningless,
Life is precious
Fine soil, streaming through our fingers
Days spent on mindless tasks
Worship money, justify suffering
Of others and ourselves, an endless pursuit
Everywhere, the poor and the infirm are the same
Walking past, how we avert our eyes
Ascribing meaning to that which has none –
Of precious things, we lose our sight [o]
Sitting in the shade
And yet the prickly sweltering
Heat engulfs my skin I hear
A rustling in the trees beyond
The chirping of a bird, a child
Shouts with glee as the
Laughing buddha statue tilts while
Standing in the sun [o]
Imagine, if you will…
You’re here
An icy desert, a thought wasteland.
All around, snow and more snow.
Endless potential and certain death.
Not a penguin for miles.
No one to ‘Arctic-ulate’ the pain you feel.
Obstacles are here
Like polar bears and frostbite –
Best not to think too hard.
Distractions are like warm fires –
Rather nice but they melt the ice
And leave you with nothing to stand on.
Creative blocks, on the other hand,
Like blocks of snow
Can save your life…
If used to build an igloo [o]
Technically, it was…
A pair of misbehaving new socks…
A new pair of misbehaving socks…
A misbehaving pair of new socks…
A new misbehaving pair of socks…
Anyway, the socks sucked!
So I shall make a fresh attempt this evening
With fresh socks [o]
The grass is the same
On the other side of the world
The sun shines more warmly
Brown leathery leaves quiver
A gentle breeze stirs
A red ball whirls through the air
Palm trees in straight lines
Autumn, in Spring [o]
Fifteen minutes
Shining my shoes
With a horse hair brush –
The best time of my life [o]
Cakes and biscuits for breakfast?
Sure, why not?
The above statement takes –
5 months to write
4 minutes to type out
3 seconds to read
2 seconds to form an opinion.
I know what you’re thinking
Do it! Do it now! [o]
Self Portrait, age 34
At the height of his career,
The artist sits
Art influenced by art.
Remembering Rembrandt [o]
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References
(1) Rembrant, Self Portrait At The Age Of 34 – https://colourlex.com/project/rembrandt-self-portrait-at-the-age-of-34/
(2) Rembrant, Self Portrait At The Age Of 34 – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Self-portrait_at_the_age_of_34
(3) National Gallery https://www.nationalgallery.org.uk/
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