Winter Maze
Rivulets of Rhyme
The colors, the colors all running down my back, poured on by water and disturbing the black. The flow of these colors creating rivulets of rhyme. They motion and curve and fall out of line. They ease into places, they forage a dream, they turn into blossoms, completely it seems. They become like the rhyme of a beautiful song, they touch you in places that probably long. For something so simple as colors on rhyme. The idea... colored water is simply sublime. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved
2019
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Poetic
Girl Near a Fish Pond
Ripples in the water...in the forest...On the leaves...In the air...In the movements ...Making motions on the trees. the fish often tell her. as so often do the birds. the girl calls it special in her seamed together words. that are tunes sung with purpose. near the fish pond by her home. her voice will often carry. sweet intentions to her song. Ripples in the water...in the forest...On the leaves...In the air...In the movements ...Making motions on the trees. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved
Circa. 2020
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Conceptual
Winter Maze
rambles of snow covered branches taking me as a sacrifice. brushed with the same snowflakes they wear. frozen stalks of idleness until spring. the winter maze wraps white tendrils in my hair. crisp, as though I too am a tree branch in winter. deeply entwined. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights Reserved
2020
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