In the flat light
Underground
Splash of colour
Rhythms in the mundane
Frame a mild
Beauty
Underground
Splash of colour
Rhythms in the mundane
Frame a mild
Beauty
Tag: beauty
Patterns of Opposites
I try to follow
The myriad lines
Creating the myriad forms
Regular and irregular
Symmetric and asymmetric
A cacophony of harmonies
Patterns within broken patterns
Broken again to form patterns
The myriad lines
Creating the myriad forms
Regular and irregular
Symmetric and asymmetric
A cacophony of harmonies
Patterns within broken patterns
Broken again to form patterns
In them the complexity of life
Perfect imperfection
Destabilized and fortified
A confusion of order
A diffusion of resolution
I breathe in
The beauty of opposites
Comprising the oneness
Of being
Heavens ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #185
I gaze into the metaphor
Heavens above
Ringed by saints
Flanked by angels
Heavens above
Ringed by saints
Flanked by angels
Spirit moved
By the artistry
By the grandeur
By the grace
I know there are saints
Not like these saints
I know there are angels
Not like these angels
I know there is god
Not like this god
I know there is heaven
Not like this heaven
Spirit moved
By these metaphors
Manifest
In the people
I have known
In the places
I have been
In the light
I have seen
In the grace
I have experienced
In the beauty
I have created
Grounding in Heaven
Gaze rising
To metaphorical heavens
Where grace and splendour
Ground me to Earth
And this moment
To metaphorical heavens
Where grace and splendour
Ground me to Earth
And this moment
Blue
I get the blues sometimes
Not that there’s anything wrong with that
Blue was my favourite colour as a child
Even now, in the blues, there is a beauty
Not that there’s anything wrong with that
Blue was my favourite colour as a child
Even now, in the blues, there is a beauty
And options
Risk ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #183
Where might have been cacophony
Strokes live within the harmony
Such vital vessel filled
To the edge of overflowing
Yet some subtle restraint
Where plaster once was white
Vibrant colours paint
A whole which comes across
So beautifully
Strokes live within the harmony
Such vital vessel filled
To the edge of overflowing
Yet some subtle restraint
Where plaster once was white
Vibrant colours paint
A whole which comes across
So beautifully
Windows
Windows from some unknown world
Unto some other unknown world
None which I have ever known
And may not ever know
Though with imagination
Images gained from books and film
I construct a room to serve
The needs of sultans and imams
Rich tapestries and silken rugs
Exotic woods and metals
Carved and cast exquisitely
Servants and the visitors
Pilgrims and the diplomats
Bustling in the courtyard splendour
All in reverence to the will
Of God and those who know his ends
Within these windows and their view
Unto some other unknown world
None which I have ever known
And may not ever know
Though with imagination
Images gained from books and film
I construct a room to serve
The needs of sultans and imams
Rich tapestries and silken rugs
Exotic woods and metals
Carved and cast exquisitely
Servants and the visitors
Pilgrims and the diplomats
Bustling in the courtyard splendour
All in reverence to the will
Of God and those who know his ends
Within these windows and their view
The Flow of Intricacy
I dive deep
Into the intricacies
Lose myself
In the minutiae
Into the intricacies
Lose myself
In the minutiae
Step back
Allow details
To live and flow
Breathes the rhythm
Breathes the rhyme
In the subtler play
Of space and time
Pendant Gem
In the darkness
And the light
In the vibrant coloured
Sunlit rays
The moody greys
Of cloudy days
And the light
In the vibrant coloured
Sunlit rays
The moody greys
Of cloudy days
You my pendant gem
Lay close
Upon my heart
Reminder of
The subtler art
Of love which is
The beauty known
Regardless of
What eyes can see
It sings to me
In silent depths
Awakens dreams
Within memories
Of possibility
An ever-present peace
Medieval Walls
There was a time
When walls made sense
Defending a perimeter
Patrolled and guarded
By men well-trained and armed
Against cavalry
Infantry and archers
When walls made sense
Defending a perimeter
Patrolled and guarded
By men well-trained and armed
Against cavalry
Infantry and archers
Today
This wall is both beautiful
And a reminder of that time
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