Category Archives: Art / Culture

K

Gently getting into its stride…

K.

In A3 major.

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Gently getting into its stride.

Clean and shows its gentle side.

No upper antes, or cherry lips.

Uttering clearly “you’re    ” from those lips.

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Acesho

There is an answer…

Acesho.

In D major.

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There is an answer.

To what you seek.

All in it’s good time.

That will it be revealed

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Luyseoni

Between you and the word…

Luyseoni.

In G major.

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A small painting on the wall.

Of a delicate tone that the nose keeps point on. To.

If anything, it speaks of a certain kind of value.

It’s proof of work, most of all.

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Bunanul

Between you and the word…

Bunanul.

In B3 major.

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Between you and the word.

An opening to your breath.

Audible to the ear to take.

It grows more when it hits the nerve.

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Ayzeor

Dreams through the bell…

Ayzeor.

In A3 major.

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Dreams through the bell.

Ringing in rhythms, like a church bell.

Two dreams, of charms and well.

In betweens, no recall to tell.

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Acaathy

Don’t read these words…

Acaathy.

In F major.

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Don’t read these words.

They will leave you with an empty bag.

You can feel, what they tell.

Yet you hold on to them till when?

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Reflections from the Mediterranean

Edarona

Thoughts printed on paper…

Edarona.

In C major.

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Thoughts printed on paper.

That have lived for many a day.

The ink, bleached from their tenderness.

Leaving a mystery, now to have.

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Raeyodo

A sapling angrily complained…

Raeyodo.

In D major.

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A sapling angrily complained.

That the world is for the young to simply take.

And the ancient yew tree listened patiently.

Knowing, that in their turn they will hear the same.

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Eastiso

It will come back…

Eastiso.

In B3 major.

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It will come back.

The idea that, has slipped away.

It had gone, don’t know where.

To return and maybe put on a page.

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Dunlaul

The house where the lights are on…

Dunlaul.

In A3 major.

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The house where the lights are on.

A shadow cast by the moonlight is gone.

The dark green leaves still awake, by the breeze.

It’s lonely, and empty except for the warm homey light.

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.