Noir, a haiku
my world holds a truth
black and white; or right and wrong
hinge on intention
Shadows, a haiku
Form, inseparable
from its shadow, dark, which is
dependent on light
Rainbows, a haiku
dependent effect
light, water and cloud appear
seven colours clear
Noir: A small collection of spilled ink pieces, photographed on a sunny day
A small collection of water colour pieces
Purgatory, a short poem
At first! A relief in the shift
this change of suffering
feels like bliss
the release of a burden lifted
But alas! I am still trapped
this leash of attachment
kept me stuck
and now I must adapt
to a different life, a familiar name
and the same shit strife
it’s karma
and I’m hooked again!
Sometimes words do not come. Sometimes energy comes. 💃 Movement comes. Colours come. And feelings come.
And sometimes the feeling is 🔥🔥🔥
See how I (sometimes) start a new painting. Enjoy the wash. 💦
The Halfwit Writer