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solEmn oaSis Jan 2016
Allegedly white, so clear and clean
Anointed space allotted for a sense of place
Answers the questions-what, to whom and when
Absolutely no spot, couldn't stop those painter's pen full of grace
Beautifully colored by their rational brush
Bravery and angst may both consist out of that abstract
Bitterness-inspirational expressions might include to make some blash
Better viewing too once the master piece is being construct
Captivating such attention
Culturally trades tradition
Cultivating mixed emotion
Centrally concealed attraction
attitude Behavior character
has now
a Bridge connection
created by art
or should i say?
" art By creation " on and off
a Blank canvas !**

© solEmn oaSis
#shapeofapparition
my tribute to all
the poets and writers
here and outside
  @ Hello Poetry
By analogy with artists having
a blank canvas
and thus being able to do
what they want with it!
Renisha Rana Feb 2015
They always used to ask me
why i looked at things too deep
i never knew why
but i always did
i don't know why
maybe i had something
when i used to sit for hours in front of the mirror
i never just looked into my self
but the world behind me
the trees
the leaves
the cells
the humans
the sky
the water
oh! but darling!
you could not even see me

when i used to sit under a tree in the open
i never just looked at that tree
but the sky
the galaxies colliding
the stars shooting
the atoms charging
and that
BOOM BOOM
BLASH!
oh! but darling!
you could not even see me

when i used to sit in that café with you
i never just looked at you
but the whole city in your eyes
(in you)
your veins
your heart
your blood
your capillaries
i could ****** see blood flowing through your arteries
oh! but darling!
you could not even see me


i could feel
dead flowers and your voice
passing through me
i could feel
submarine passing through me
that ocean passing through me
oh! but darling!
you could not even see me


maybe i was an invisible,intangible ghost
so i decided to leave
so i drove off to my ocean  (i believe everybody has their own ocean)
i won't drown darling!
but float
now,
no flower no human no city remembers my name, me, you, or anything.

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