>My Sketch Poems are still experimental unless someone thinks otherwise. These are NOT visual poems and so read them as complementary pairs.
1. Utterance from an Urn
Only when we looked around we saw
A subliminal longing, in an unaccustomed mouth
Birth of lettered rhymes.
2. “A Face Like Ours”
Poetry is a face inviting a peek
A thought that carves the Ajanta grace – a smile, a pause
Poetry’s guest. Liberated words.
3. “Doors vs. Darkness”
Silent waters upon those door frames
The choice is of clarity of shards, not darkness
The face splatters like meters. A welcome chant.
4. “Airborne, We Sing”
Our times is a kite for our hands
To say nothing of the birds. Alphabetic. Soaring
The face, this poetry, defy disbelief of metaphors.
Images: sketches in poster color by me, on paper and then scanned
>The drawings are fantabulous! The poems are all sublime — in fact they read like first principles. In the last one birds automatically reads as words – which is a magical touch to say the least. The first one I especially liked. Any one else would have written it without the first line, and to use Anne Shirley's fave expression, only a "kindred spirit" would add: [i]only[/i] when we looked around…
>thanks Rhett! 4 commandments, shall we call them? However there's little of commanding there! I like the birds (kite) a lot and the "urn" is my favorite… thanks for reading friend!