Tag: poetry

This dwarf maple from Japan, A tiny being in my garden, Screams uniqueness, So strange, so alien, Infinitely fascinating. Its leaves dance in the slightest breeze, A hypnotic swaying, Whispering ways of seeing, ways of being, Of places yet unknown, Experiences not yet lived. It takes so little space, Yet demands my attention, A constant … Continue reading Japanese Maple – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

The artist, forever chasing their muse Through the valleys of creativity And the peaks of self-doubt Haunted by the fear of imitation Of the ones who who inspired them Obsessing over their heroes And the legacy they left behind But fear grips their heart As they struggle not to mimic For fear of the dreaded … Continue reading A Muse’s Legacy – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

The photographer's eye, ever seeking The elusive and the ephemeral, Chasing the perfect shot, The moment of perfect lighting, The engaging texture that draws us in. Through lens and aperture, Framing and focus, The artist captures what he sees, A moment in time, frozen forever. But the pursuit is never-ending, A Sisyphean task, The shot … Continue reading Stained by Shadows – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

The dreamer with his precious instruments A collector of melodies, a lover of sounds Intricate designs and polished finishes Each one a masterpiece, a true work of art He displays them proudly, in full view A tribute to the beauty of music A reminder of his passion, his love But the fear lingers deeper within … Continue reading Musical Intentions – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

Amidst the tangled web of woods, stands a stump, a monstrous remnant of a tempest long past, yet its dead head and torso still lay beside it, like morbid companions. The once proud trunk, now stripped of its strength, stands barely upright as if drained of life and purpose, impeccable symbols of death and decay. … Continue reading Monolith – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

Through the eyes of Guido Molinari, The grains of wood become a canvas, a vast expanse of repeating patterns, waiting for colours to bring them to life. Concrete and steel cityscapes, Refuse to remain lifeless and mundane, but instead, pulsate with rhythm, in which the eye can dance and play. The tangle of branches in … Continue reading Molinari Lines – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

In the dread of imagination, he roams our streets, A monster that we can all embrace and fear, Michael Myers, with his silent steps, Watching, waiting, getting nearer. But what drives his dark and twisted soul? Is it just the need to kill and scare? Or does he have a greater purpose, A destiny that … Continue reading Michael’s Purview – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

Deep beneath the ground, in the belly of the city, a cacophony of sound, a visual blur, a question. Am I the spectator, caught in the midst. People come and go, in their daily drudgery, going through the motions, with their heads down low, lost in their thoughts, lost in their phones, In them I … Continue reading The Ghosts of Daily Drudgery – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

In the lobbies of many buildings, Form is sacrificed for function, Uniformity reigns supreme, Homogeneity becomes the norm. They blend together, A sea of sameness, Their purpose obscured, Their identity lost. The polished floors and sterile walls, A testament to efficiency, Yet they lack character, And fail to inspire. The buildings they serve, Become faceless … Continue reading The Ubiquitous Lobby – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind