BREAK FOR A TEACHER
BREAK FOR A TEACHER
Summer day.
The gray goes away.
Drifting
Slowly,
Gently
Away.
Sweet birds are singing.
Church bells are ringing.
Singing symphonic songs of love.
Wonderful,
Glorious
Day!
Wild in Wait, Hour 3
Dull orange lights of civilizations distant
Sky pinpricked by civilizations ancient
Constellations comprised of collapsed stars
Echoes of the primordial across sea’s expanse
Ride the rhythms of ever-changing tides
Gaia groans, bemoaning civilization’s scourge on Her perfection
The Wild waits, impassive yet impatient
Traces of ancient wisdom winding down through generations
Our only hope for self-preservation
Civilization’s artificial illumination dims
As Luna’s light exposes it’s superficial nature
Casting silver shine on slowly rusting iron
The Magic of Equestria – Hour 2
The magic of Equestria
Holds much power, says Celestia
The magic of life –
Freedom is for what ponies strive
Ponies fulfill their dream
While flowing with the stream
The magic of a unicorn
All comes from just a horn
Whatever they learn, they learn with ease
Until they can do whatever they please
The magic of ponies flying
Their beauty can make ponies crying
Their stunts are one of a kind
Which will blow your mind
The magic of an Earth pony
They can make plants grow more freely
They are very strong
And rarely do something wrong
The magic of two friends together
Is stronger than any weather
Stronger than any state of mind
For their problems never blind
But nothing can break it
For they have too much magic
Cat: Hour 3
A crescent of cat
curled dark and still beside me.
One green eye watches.
Prompt 3 and 4, Hour 3
the corridor is dark as I make my way toward the light
thirteen steps down and an unforgiving right.
I stumble, knees bruised
grabbing walls as I choose
this journey, not far but inifintely deep
walking past darkness
in order to breathe.
the light is there although I cannot see
through a door
waiting to be opened
by hands of the free.
C. Churchill
3. The Messenger III
Already one year ago,
It was a great success
That first exhibition
So much confidence, I gained, from that success
This year has seen a huge growth for me and my Art
I am producing more big colourful drawing / writing than ever
I have an agent and he is really pushing me to overcome myself
I get inspired and focused so much I am totally confident
I got 2 new exhibitions as the first one opened doors in the international Fine Arts field
I am represented by 2 galleries: one in Paris and another one abroad
I started an online course about wisdom and how to awaken our inner genius
It’s a good success and I have given two talks about my journey and my wisdom
I am inspiring more and more artists that can see
It’s never too late to start an artistic career
Never too late to manifest your dearest dreams
I have also started writing a book that comes through me so easily
Two years ago I could not at all imagine
What I am experiencing now
It’s a complete turn around for me
No compromise any longer
Prompt three: Little Views
giants walk on us
walking on our shuffled selves
ant’s eyes see big things
Hour Three: Take a walk…
Cardinal on my doorstep
Sing your song to me
Make light of all my worries
And dance amongst the leaves
Blue skies of Summer
Shine your light upon me
Cast away the gloominess
Ever near and haunting me
Gentle breeze of June
Kindly caress my soul
Take away the secrets
That no one should ever know
gj
Approaching slumberland
A metal knob in my hand
The sun is sneaking up behind me
I step forward and feel something soft beneath my shoes
It smells like coconut and ocean air as i slowly
Make my way toward
The bed
My heart skips a beat
My eyes heavy with anticipation
Of
Long. Awaited. Slumber.
The squish of memory foam
At my back
Dark thoughts of what is
Behind. My. Eyelids.
My phone in my hand
Fingers typing out
One.last.line.
I see…
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Pollen
Winds are pushing the trees around,
whipping flags into a frenzy.
Immature dust monsters grow and swarm,
dancing to the tune.
But I daren’t open the windows,
as flower blossum’s offspring would attack
So, shut away from the sun, another
beautiful day passes, without me, in June