| From my gallery. |
blue tit
hawker 4

A Sea of LightsA Sea of LightsA Sea of Lights
Looking down over a sea of lights,
I find your face in every flame,
And the voices rise above
In perfect harmony
With the echo of my heartbeat.
Looking down over a darkened crowd,
I feel your presence in every shadow,
And in every silhouette
That stood in truthful silence
Upon the field of green.
Looking down over a wave of tears,
I know the sorrow carried in every soul,
For theirs is all my own,
But it does not match the magnitude
Tha


Garden of HeartYour smiles prickle with wickedness, The thorns on the rose of a lost love, The dew drops on your web of lies. And your eyes shine with the innocence Of a small child, standing above A hill of ants, a spying glass in hand. Your skin glows in the dark Of the night, and thats when I see Your true form, beneath the mask. Underneath the willow tree you lie asleep, In the warmth of your arms My heart grows, Watered day and night with my tears, The liquid blood I cry for you, Drips crimson from my face, the petals, And race down to the ground WhereGarden of Heart


Tin RoofsThe roofs here are Made of tin and Painted a terracotta red. Dried blood stains that Even the rain won'tTin Roofs
Wash away.
The pink and yellow roses In the garden Are drowning, but I
Am flourishing.
There's a man with a
Red windbreaker, running, running Against the wind and the rain.
Through the curtain of Slate water, I can see him And I wonder if he knows I have captured him, pinned him On this page. I wonder if he knows that Somewhere, someone has written A poem for him.
I reach out one
Te


Two Breaths of SummerTwo Breaths of Summer.Two Breaths of Summer
Drifting sheets of silver tumbling, cascades in shafts of golden light. Breezes carry a moistness cooling, like the faint zephyrs of the night.
Beaded fresh washed moist petals, cloister glistening sequined bark. The semblance of facetted metals, above earth now moistened dark.
Swift comes now the drying wind, this transient beauty to withdraw. Bright jewels, coverlets, to rescind, Summers heat returns once more.
©.Copyright: Bernard de Silva 19/12/07.


BloomI saw you again After so long, Still it seems like It was just yesterday.Bloom
I studied you there Standing in the sun Sparkles dancing In your eyes.
Then I looked long at my love Studying features I know so well.
Rembered passion Rose in my mind A kaliedoscope Of moonlit images.
Our fiery passion Cannot touch this Fragile blooming love Growing in my heart.
Your love was simply A shooting star Brighter than fire Shorter than imagined.
As I smiled and I said g


Of Worlds Once Pristine Of Worlds Once Pristine. The fresh spring waters with a well remembered sapor, and Nature's fragrance borne, upon the mountain air, many recollections, a cluttered mind yet holds in store. Fleeting images of denizens, that in forest make a lair, of eagles soaring in the thermals, embedded evermore Sounds patent to Nature, the lilting symphony of a rill, those leafy rustles, the impatient breezes often furnish. All the colours of her palette every spectrum to fulfil, softOf Worlds Once Pristine


In My Thoughts - For LinYou've been in my thoughts - And I could not figure out why - For the truth of the matter is, I barely even know you...In My Thoughts - For Lin
But at odd moments of the day I find myself wondering How you are coping, Wondering if you are ok...
And my only contact with you Is through this keyboard, Twenty-six letters - All I have To show my concern.
Each keystroke carefully measured Like the listened-to beating Of a watched child's heart - Sometimes labourous and painful.
I feel in my bones The weight of this caring - And I wonder w
| Here, I'd like to display the poetry I've collected from artists at dA. They come up at random. These are works of some talented writers, and it's been my pleasure to display them for all to enjoy. |


Of Undefined MeasureOf Undefined MeasureOf Undefined Measure
What season is this in which life calls the minds unceasing attention to its brevity and how the time falls, demanding strength in capacity; retention?
Maturitys promise; some time and peace; situations well earned beyond the effort Actuality does not deliver; no true release Theres little time, and no realized comfort.
To slow down, though the clock persists, a downward spiral, to which age gives purchase. Work harder, push further, but the body resists a formidable effort, and the mind must
| These are from my gallery. |
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Lin
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Member of Apophysis fractal art community. =Apophysis
Poetry - [link]
Lin
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Member of Apophysis fractal art community. =Apophysis
Poetry - [link]
Of all the impressionists I think I like Pissarro's story the most. He continued to learn throughout his life.
I'm glad to see you posting your work, as well.
Best,
Lin
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Member of Apophysis fractal art community. =Apophysis
Poetry - [link]
Lin
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Member of Apophysis fractal art community. =Apophysis
Poetry - [link]
Best to you,
Lin
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Member of Apophysis fractal art community. =Apophysis
Poetry - [link]
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