
The Shrunken Paps of Buddha .. .
I lay the cobalt lanes stoney
dusted grey-ink and pink
ultramarined, wet-on-wet, carmined
and speckled snowy
Tracing ketch shapes standing
pencilled against a warm wind
of deep, misted blue
There the slightest of jeanne filles reclining
at the eye-line receding
, dressed holy-casual
their robes the colour of flesh
cut cantaloup
and the ochred redness of the shingle
a heap of feeling transcendent, clean
meditations of a simple way.
©edenbraytoday30.11.2021
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I'm a writer ... I write .. . I’m not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? .. . edenbray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions ~ the effluence of my short life .. . I am a Writer and Artist since 1966 - I'm an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have had many poems selected for Anthologies of verse and recently have published many of my poems in 24+ themed booklets ... please ask for details - join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or a comment for my ego and encouragement and thanks for listening - I really value your interest ~ edenbray