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.


About edenbray

I am a writer ... a beat poet who began writing poetry way back in 1966 ... 'edenbray is born ugly, wet, covered in blood, mucous & bodily functions, the effluence of my short life' ... I recently published my 1st solo Anthology - the best of 60 years writing - previously I ran my own Art Supplies Store for 40 yrs before I became a full-time writer I am a Blogger who has posted 1,000 poems - available in 24 themed booklets ... please ask for details + leave a 'like' or a comment for my encouragement, thank you so much for listening - I truly value your opinion on my work ~ in fact I literally survive on your creative input ~ edenbray
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