A basket woven with care With delicate pieces Art with function With purpose Not just to appear But to be used -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #145
Abracadabra The applause sounds, bows taken A curtain drops down
Perfectionist Problem
I could pick up a paintbrush Paint a thousand portraits And still, I would not Be able to do justice To that glimmer in your eyes -Kel Dayheart
Drama
Lifting an inquisitive brow He chuckled in amusement At the impending drama About to unfold -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #140
Fingers strike a match Fire alights for a moment Dancing in the air
Worn Muses
Nine muses praised- Worshipped, cast in stone As though to immortalize Their beloved features Time has worn away Their inspiration Fading, like worry stones Constantly in use -Kel Dayheart
Expression
Dirty paintbrush dreams Hopeful art To express yourself Hands coated In the need To create -Kel Dayheart
Reproduction
Shades of blue smeared Across the canvas space In chaotic swirls That is somehow elegant Enough to be reproduced Thousands of times Trying to capture the same Feel of the first -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #139
Old school gentleman Suit and tie with pocket watch Dozen roses in hand
Blackout #149
Knowledge not ignorance
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