Brilliances from above,
Warming hugs from loving souls,
Reaching out their love.
A dyslexic dreamer who once thought reading and writing were beyond reach. Yet here I am, an artist, wordsmith, and illustrator—ready to weave stories and poems from my artwork.
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This is beautiful, and I love, love, love your picture.
Gorgeous work! BRAVO!
Love your words and the image is perfect
Gorgeous verse for a fitting image, Daphsam!
This is a perfect match words and images.
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What is left of me, a bullet ridden soul? Once innocent, now stained bathed in blood of a thousand beings. Eerie silences blankets the azure sky.
By Daphsamabout a year ago in Poets
I. Drop. The film-coated capsule into a measuring cup filled with water Stirring with savant precision, I've done this so many times
By Edward Swaffordabout 19 hours ago in Poets
I’ve been here, on this rock, for over half a century, defending myself against the Trojan chorus: antistrophe erasing strophe, refusing dialogue,
By Harper Lewis3 days ago in Poets
It began with a girl. Black-haired and sweet and gone too soon. It is the way of mortals to die, of course. Most pass within a few decades, unless they can be tempted away to fairyland and persuaded to stay there. Even then, mortals live only as long as they can go without visits to friends or family that allow time and the weight of years to catch up to them.
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Comments (5)
This is beautiful, and I love, love, love your picture.
Gorgeous work! BRAVO!
Love your words and the image is perfect
Gorgeous verse for a fitting image, Daphsam!
This is a perfect match words and images.