On sacred grounds…

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Art, Building on dreams, Construction, Creation, dversepoets, From the start, New beginning, Realizing a dream, Sacred, Sand castle, Thematic

Image credits: X_psyco_thingy_X@DeviantArt

A
heap
of hued
notion in
the trough
of my hand,
A pitcher of
fluid mystique
never to run dry,
I build my fortress
over a serene shore
of midnight dreams
Its base sitting cosy
in an earthy passion
Its defined contours
luring hungry waves
into leaping up to its
demure, elegant lines
Its acme bowing to the
stars smiling at its beauty
Its very existence, a beacon
of radiant hope to all mortals
stranded on the seas of tedium

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**Posted for the Welcome “construction” theme at dVersePoets… Cheers to new beginnings!! 😀 **

Forbidden landscapes

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(un)liberated, A girl's dream, Art, Behind bars, Dreaming of freedom, Imprisoned, Longing, Magpie Tales, Painted dreams, The grass is greener on the other side, Vincent Van Gogh, Yearning

The original painting is a Vincent Van Gogh creation, and it's titled "Wheat field with rising sun". The credits for this digitized image here go to Tess Kincaid@Magpie Tales

She watched
as honeyed rays
dripped with warmth,
spilling their zest
all over town,
painting it gold

She smiled
as downy soft spores
absently brushed against
another pollen shoulder (or two)
while on their hurried paths
to a yearning flower

She sighed
like the gentle breeze
that in its achromaticity,
seemed to carry
a colorful tune
to every ear that cared to pause

She thought
with a hint of wistfulness
how all seemed
so beautiful there
– from this side of a rigid fence –

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**Posted for Magpie Tales (week 72) – get inspired, and see how the others were inspired by this prompt **

Modern sculpture

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Art, Artificial, Bare expressions, Concealed emotions, Hidden meanings, Left to be interpreted, Magpie Tales, Make-believe, Metaphor, Modeled, Painting, Perfection, Sculpture, The dead life of individuals, Unnatural

Image Credits: Tess Kincaid@Magpie Tales

Chiseled away
from the inside out
Until all that remained
Were vacuous statues
with puttied smiles,
voluptuous beauty
carved pride,
plastered perfection
and measured intention

… while what lay
on the ground below
Was a muddied pile
of discarded emotions,
charred heartbeats,
shattered desires,
powdered sensitivity
and smithereens of humility

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**Despite the “sculpted” nature of this poem, I somehow felt that it fitted in with Tess’s Magpie prompt this week… I mean this was too much of a coincidence for me! So here I am, posting this poem for Magpie Tales (Week 67)… I urge you all to check it out and see what the other writers/poets responded to this prompt! You will be amazed! **

Modeled to dead perfection

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Art, Artist, Inanimate, Life, Lifelessness, Magpie Tales, Metaphorical, Molded, Pose, Relationship, Sadness, Sculpture

Image Credits: Tess Kincaid @ Magpie Tales

Fused in stone
Sometimes ceramic
Cold to the bone
And a touch metallic
Suppressing a groan
In manners emphatic
Our sins we condone
In an air too static

Frozen in embrace
Under a thorny tomb
Like a tepid womb
For muted disgrace

Like in a locked fortress
That is set on fire
We essay to digress
From a surging desire
While in this process
As events transpire
We’re thrown in a recess
Of life’s quagmire

Yet, silently we hope
To some day break free
To emerge and see
And no longer grope

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** Posted for Magpie Tales – Week 47… Do check it out for the other amazing takes on this picture prompt… **