appeal to
sensibilities
actualité
truth to tell
randomly
selected
the absurd
riding its
hobby
art
where
less is more
deconstructed
outrageous
spontaneous
inherent
simplicity
gathered
in
a happening
poetic art
a brush stroke, perhaps a word...
so daring in its galliant debut -
onward...pulsing, pushing...
perhaps a time of remembrance...
perhaps an inkling to stir the mind...
drifting, searching...
of all the childhood haunts...
I remember your first endeavor ....
of leather and lace
Colors traced
And a sense of freedom
Through the fields of youth
silent
typical
visibly
passive
an
idealised
profile
so
natural
caressed
by
love
in
faithful
marital
perfection
traditional
phonetic
& cultural
poetic
an imagist
tristich
vertical
or horizontal
inherently
enigmatic
a caesura
& surprise
ending
a sense
of pause
aesthetic
insight
flowing
from perception
seventeen
inherent
onji sounds
happening
in
the momentary
now
a scapigiliata
lady
with disshevelled
hair
natural
uncombed
tousled
eyes
half-closed
mouth
slightly shaped
in
an ambiguous
smile
lingers
for while
indelible
her eternal
gaze
imprints
memory
forever
MONDRIAN
so precise
&
pre-arranged
this
decisive
detailed
quest
of
the
absolute
outlined
in
black
Little kitty sitting on a fabric bun,
What is that your little paws are on?
A little fishy made of blue,
it's clear it means a lot to you.
Little puppy friend by your side,
open expression, nothing to hide.
How adorable you are, all of you,
You, your fishy, and your puppy friend, too.
cut-out
a
simple
abstract shape
surfaces
as
the Blue nude
the
image
triggering
stark sensations
drawn patterns
pasted
pastiche
enssemblage
modelled
in
abstraction
curved
& sevelte
so blue
so blue
nude
naked
harmony
joy
&
calm
in stark
shaped
intensivity
blue pines sparkle
under snowy gray sky
on top of voluptuous hills
the evergreen in Winter -
their slant suggests skiers,
and worshippers
around a bonfire - the red house.
the main house in uplift
on the port hill
with conifer’s oceanic tint
xanthous-blue streaks
calming round moon
forest points to the stars
and the fluffy, wet snow, gently falling
USPS Stamps Contest 7-24-25 Stamp Chosen American Treasures Louis Comfort Tiffany 2006 Tiffany believed stained glass was a spiritual experience.
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Through a Tiffany Window
Touched by the whisper of a coral dawn,
Morning opens a casement portal
And steps into a garden –
A crystalline cathedral -
Where the alabaster breath of dawn
Enchants dusk
With rippled amber rhythms
In between ascending yellows
Spoken as a love poem.
First light
Shapes daylight
Fragments of lavender
Perfume iris’ blooms
Roundels of golden petals
Sing
With southern smiles
In magnolia blooms
Spoken as a tender sonnet in glass.
Serenity speaks in daybreak
Hushed murmurs
Of a trickling river,
Born in blue-grey mountains,
Silently slide
Into azure waters
As opaque morning mists
Float
Above sapphire stillness
Frosted grace
Clothes hills
In rounded curves of blues
And moss
Aurora’s triumph snug
In lines of armature
The glazers journey
Hones broken shards
Into beauty.
USPS 2010 : Mother Teresa 100 Anniversary
Overcoming many ups and downs,
pacing the pious path God paved for her,
Mary Teresa born in Albania
became Mother Teresa in Calcutta.
Tormented by the agony of the destitute
she brought them to her home,
to where she felt they should be,
for everybody in her eyes is born equal.
She heard dedicated the divine call
of compassion resonate within,
reverberating as the voice of the Lord
in the dark nights of the sick.
The benevolent soul got beatified
and she was canonized in due time.
The ever caring mother entered
the holy sanctum of sainthood.
Raising her passion for the human service
to the ethereal heights of fortitude,
she emerged in the Missionaries of Charity
as the fountain of joy for the needy.
The citadel of empathy she created
decades ago with the bits of her heart,
abandons even now the tears of the indigent,
although she has gone to her heavenly abode.
A banner flutters in miniature pride,
stars frozen mid-waltz, stripes folding
like gentle waves—
a tiny chorus of red, white, blue.
I imagine the seam of that paper flag,
its edges serrated like hopeful teeth,
waiting to bite into air,
to sail across neighborhoods on whispered wings.
Each star is a promise—
a small light in a massive sky.
Each stripe, a pulse:
resilience, unity, churned history distilled
into red—blood, courage, sacrifice.
At the bottom: FREEDOM—
a single word anchored in gray,
soft as ash and loud as a marching drum
pressed into one corner,
a vow to endure beyond the moment.
I see letters etched beneath fingers,
penned in midnight lamps—
love letters to mothers and soldiers,
invitations to lonely birthdays,
apologies and confessions sent
with trembling stamps of hope.
On this paper flag, we bind our stories.
It’s less about the pride of nations,
more about the weight of our words
and the silent faith that someone, somewhere,
will hold that flag
and read our hearts.
The Two-Cent Daffodil
My Nana Pat, with a careful hand and eye,
Would've loved this stamp, a piece of sky.
Two daffodils, sun-kissed and so bright,
Held in a square of soft, creamy light.
I can picture her now, with her albums open wide,
A small world of paper and ink by her side.
With tweezers so gentle, she'd settle each one,
A small victory savored beneath the afternoon sun.
This two-cent flower, a promise of spring,
Was the sort of small treasure she loved to bring
Into her collection, a record of place,
Each stamp a new story, a moment of grace.
And though she is gone, I can still see her smile,
In this tiny landscape, worth more than a while.
For this isn't just postage, but memory's art,
A daffodil blooming in a grandmother's heart.
Inspired by The Lady of Shalott by John William Waterhouse
Dear Lady of Shalott, I gaze at thee,
and beauties before me, I count three
in your time and place, remote.
First, the beauty of nature’s scheme
and lush expanse of a wild stream.
You’re lost in some sad river dream,
on your little boat.
And, yes, this gorgeous tapestry,
and candles to guide you as you flee,
whilst you stay afloat.
Most of all your flowing hair,
flowing gown and worried stare
upon a face so mild and fair,
as you sit upon your boat.
Who has brought you pain and concern?
Does someone cause your heart to yearn
where you sit and float?
Were you made sad by prince or knight?
Did the painter paint your plight?
Milady, I beg you with this poem I write,
take me on your boat.
There you are exposed to the lick of a big tongue
Even though you are a soft green which is beautiful
Away you go on your journey to another country
So much farther than you could go in real life
Maybe Luna Moth Stamp you will end up in
Paris, France or The Neverlands
Made from a high-resolution digital print
By the artist, Joseph Scheer
Such softness to the design
Soft brown, sunshine yellow
In a gentle curved style
I'm reminded of the morn when one lay dead on drive
Captured in print you can live on and on
Travel the world and maybe someday
Space travel will complete your journey
Or you might get stuck in a scrapbook
Luna Moth USPS Stamp life has much in store
Specific Types of Ekphrasis Poems
Read wonderful ekphrasis poetry on the following sub-topics:
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Definition | What is Ekphrasis in Poetry?