He dips his brush
Into a palette of luminescence
And paints shades
You can only feel but never see
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What a great philosophical poem! Greek Heraclitus first spoke of flux and change! This has been beautifully rendered in your lines concrete melting into abstract and abstract into concrete! 20/10! -Raj Nandy
'We are the miracles that God made To taste the bitter fruit of Time. We are precious. And one day our suffering Will turn into the wonders of earth.' (from 'An African Elegy') ………………….thank you for making me aware of this great African author, Your lines are full of spiritual sensuality, touching the heart, Expression is born out of wordlessness And music is born out of silence…..loved this paradox, its so true, all is communicated in silence with no words, and this is real poetry, The concrete melts into the abstract And the tangible becomes intangible ……..I am reading this for the first time and I too wrote something same in my “Poet’s Poetry” The abstract becoming concrete and the concrete abstract; Thus matter converted to flux…. I truly identify with every expression here…..great views... **Abha**
captivating stuff daranjo and truthfully depicted..too many poets and too few poems..poetry on the sidewalk in tatters raped sodomized by un natural comments..
Extraordinary imagery. A portrait of a poet to be treasured and remembered. Beautiful work, Leonard. Always your friend, Sandra