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Month: October 2019
4 Year Cycles of Self-Upheaval  (3 part haiku)Â
Time and memory
Converge toward a single point.
Where did I begin? Â
Forever foreign;
Home’s distance beyond distant.
When did this begin?
Reinvent the wheel;
Freedom from the familiar.
Where do I begin?
Five Seven Five
There is great power
In the act of limiting
The ingredients
Of our creativity.
Bounds amplify art.
The great shapers knew:
Harmony comes from balance,
Relating fixed forms
In patterns through time and space.
Melodies from scales,
Awakenings on canvas
Born from fixed palettes.
Our minds are the bounds
Limiting each new frontier…
But art shines within.
Reflecting the eternal
Creative power.
~r
Unwrote
Our next pages are blank
like untracked snow
We must patiently travel to learn
The stories of years we’ve yet to live
And wisdom we’ve yet to earn
~r