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Multitudes

‘I am large, I contain multitudes’ Walt Whitman The concept of the singular Is foreign to you Your personalities are so multiple You hardly knew The impact of your lack Of linearity The way the others round you yearned For … Continue reading

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Perception

What I see Is not what you mean me to see What I hear Is not what you say What I feel Is a better barometer For the things You would desire, prefer You’re a ghost Living in human bones … Continue reading

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Artist

Be for me an artist of my memory These shining links which fill the void-less universe are only you Your hand which binds enchains me in your brittle grasp Sweet Eros on the hunt throw out your snares for I … Continue reading

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Artistry Birth

The artist’s brush Paints me And I awaken The canvas soft Supports me And I breathe The colours bright Adorn me And I dance And when you gaze Upon my portrait I’m alive © Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Over-Heated

You are overheated Your grasp is too reaching and your grip too weak You are fevered like a summer day With only sweat to cool you down No breeze will break the tempest Written on your brow Your heart is … Continue reading

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Canvas

Am I your canvas Oh artist! For your greatest work? Pressed by oil on silk Butterfly on a pin The colours changing Constantly, from light to dark Am I the flame That burns within Or just a failing spark? Late … Continue reading

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True Colours

Paint the canvas black and red Fire and brimstone, I’ll approve Through it all some splash of white Deeper lacks here to remove Draw true colours from the pit See as though through demon eyes Nowhere fit for blue or … Continue reading

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Birthing Art

Irritation of oysters Create the pearl Agony of labour New life Deeper pain and distress Forge a writer’s words Or an artist’s brush A singer’s song Whirling in this mire Off centre Intimately alone Can a monstrosity Create a star … Continue reading

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Ghazal 3

These armies marched with red cross splashed on white Through death and darkness salvaging the light The artist eschews greys and dimmer shades To birth his newest canvas coloured bright The blind man touches truth with senses sharp A keener … Continue reading

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