Psychedelic?!

A dabble in experimentation; it's not the type of art I normally do nor have I done anything "artsy" in a very long time. It's a mix of acrylics, watercolour, and pens, and a lot of what you see are what I tend to doodle when I'm bored.

Meh!

(Watermark isn't on the original piece.)

Series of Haikus

Haiku: an unrhymed verse form of Japanese origin having three lines containing usually five, seven, and five syllables respectively; also: a poem in this form usually having a seasonal reference.

My favourite poetic form.

Sets of three lines abuse poetic license. 5-7-5 syllables reveal my sentiments. Four stanzas (roughly) represent the four seasons that this poem goes through.

Two lovers entwined.
Darkness hinders their prudence--
Blinded by passion.

A search for the light
Incites their differences;
Clarity revealed.

Painful contusions
Don't cover one's exterior,
but one's very core.

Illumination--
flicker of hope ignited.
To new beginnings.

I want to start a colour revolution,

but I am without means.

I'm a writer without her quill and scroll;
a photographer without her camera;
a painter without her paintbrushes, buckets of paint, and a gesso-covered canvas;
a sculptor without earth.

I am without means to start a colour revolution,

and lost I am.