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 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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