Motographillus

187.Motographillus

 

Clouds in play funnel into forms,

a world t’is new with some ol’ norms,

cluster of society a village built around,

where rivers below rough, glide sharp wound

 

Bobbing, weaving, sliding drawn lines,

pencil then colours thus a picture bind,

lie tunnels locked in the depths of mind,

curious unearthing reveals creative-a-mine

 

Imageries dance movements animate,

scarce soul-kissing songs, hum soft reverberate,

to misty dreams beckon open gates,

in moments frozen a journey awaits

 

Floats a roar, echoes deep-a-call,

through razor terrains, where raining words fall,

Be known. No more unknown fall.

Motographillus smiles, warmly welcomes all

 

 

A humble dedication to all visitors to motographillus.wordpress.com

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