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The Art of Making
The Scene: You are an actor and I, an epic script
With minds to set the screen afire
With hope upon our lips
The Method: Be emboldened and feel the risk with me
We’ll project timeless, endless strength
We’ll cast doubt to the sea
The Realist: A Haiku
“It is full,” I say
when I look at the empty.
It is full. I say.
periphery
Centered
At the Center
Who or What
Is?
Should You Wonder
Dream Dreamer
Cascading stars
Not falling stars
Nor momentary shooting stars
Night fireflies
Not fly-by-nights
Nor echoes in the dead of night
Not half-attempts at anything
Nor abstract things
Just real things
Artist Credit: Tiger R.; at various ages
Now and Now and Now
We are the color, the canvas
The breadth, the reach
And the Want-To-Be-Betters
The silver that should never be picked from the gold and painted over
Twofold Man
I forgive the process
You inhale
From whence You must
You draw
From whichever well presents
You dare
From thirst’s front door clamor
You must
You see
Original thought credit:
Elizabeth Barrett Browning;
‘Aurora Leigh’
Set Free: A Haiku
I vow to wait for
the airy, broad strokes of you
as you’ve been set free.
Art credit: Tiger R., age 7
Home Anew
Were you there when the dark eyes lit up
Shining bright, full of freedom and thanks
Did the cultural kiss and the giving good gifts
Lift your hope to a much higher place
What of when, with a pen in the hand
Beauty flowed, coming straight from the heart
Will you write with by-line, their stories most sublime
Should these smiles be denied brand-new starts
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