#21 - SneakyArt Drop
I’m dropping some art
Because sometimes, when words don’t,
Lines still do the job.
The floor is lava
So be careful where you sit
In pandemic times
Another day ends.
She raises her cup before
Another begins.
You build my cocoon
Where nothing disturbs the peace,
You are my bubble.
Interesting things
Are both out of phase and line
Symmetry bores me.
Rainy night, NOLA.
In a busy bar, he blared
His soul, live onstage.
*NOLA = New Orleans, Louisiana
Weary eyes, pulled back
By drinks, lights and pheromones
Do the count again.
At intersections
You can see, worlds that cross but
Lives that never meet.
Have you tried haiku?
Simple rules - five, seven, five.
Freedom in constraints.
The lost world is gone
Out of sight but not of mind.
We remember her.
Thank you for reading.
Let us talk again next week.
Until then, fare well.
I’m loving the SneakyArt Drop(s). Love the haiku here too. The clean lines. I’m trying to see how you simplify what you see into such clean lines. It takes discipline, yes?