Every Sunday she wore the antique brooch gracing her woven braid with the hope that one day he would magically arrive from his graveyard and tease her like he used to do before.
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The Antique Brooch
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davidbrucehaiku: doing nothing
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DOING NOTHING
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time doing nothing —
time that you enjoy wasting
is not wasted time
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lonely hearts
with a troubled mind
and a lonely heart
every night
is like a
bad dream.
A summer memory
Today I came across a few sketches that I hadn’t scanned from my summer travels, including this one that brought back some memories of a very special place. During my workshop in Provence, we spent a day at Saint Paul de Mausole Monastery, where Van Gogh spent over a year at the asylum and painted some of his most iconic paintings including The Starry Night and Irises. He also painted at least 15 paintings of the olive trees just outside the walls of the asylum.
When I first caught of a glimpse of these ancient, gnarled trees, their shapes were so familiar — from reproductions and originals I’ve seen over the years in books and at various museums — but I didn’t get to paint them that first day. It wasn’t until a week later that I got my wish to sketch them, in between a quick lunch…
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Fall in love with a poet…
If you stumble across a lover, who happens to be a poet; hold on tight. For you are on a journey so right.
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Undress (Micro poetry)
Lucid Being
A Bond for a Lifetime
She grows in me like some runic inscriptions,
syllables that drown me in her stupor
words that draws me in her love
and her thoughts distinct and clear
exuded through my benign smile
and I was blessed,
for I knew,
she is going to stay for a lifetime
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In Pursuit of Passion
Authenticity is what we all look for
Whether poetry, music, religion, or friends
Not just words or feelings // but intense passion
That mystical quality of being transported
Into spiritual realms of heightened reality
Thousands turn out, not for the person(s)
But for the charisma // the passing of energy
Creating a lightness of being like no other
The fire in the belly // the anger of the soul
Draws us like a magnet bringing us together
At times intense expressions push us away
Repulses us out of fear or misunderstanding
But in the end // it is passion that drives us
Authentic soul stirring passion is our Heartbeat
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