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Sunday, June 26, 2011

Dark Art

In late afternoon light, a view of an art programme in my lounge room.
Art critic John Ruskin features.
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Haiku Heights #48 + #49 ~ Blind + Quench
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Capture some blind light
Quench a thirst for the arty
John Ruskin watches

NOTE: Apologies that I did not post last week.
Painkillers for my broken arm tend to make me a little vague and forgetful.
So I have combined the two prompts!

Haiku Heights is hosted by Leo

8 comments:

Ramesh Sood said...: Simple yet impactful..; June 26, 2011 4:21 PM
Magical Mystical Teacher said...: Dear Gemma,

Somehow I've missed the part about your broken arm. I hope that you are on the mend and that the painkillers are doing what they need to do to help the healing process, even if they do make you a tad forgetful. (Maybe it was best you forgot to post one week; you were able to combine the two prompts quite adroitly.)

All the best to you, my friend!

MMT; June 26, 2011 10:59 PM
mindlovemisery said...: Oh wow very clever using both words! I missed last weeks so I may have to do the same; June 27, 2011 12:03 AM
Cassiopeia Rises said...: Great use if both the prompts. Well done and clever...

Melanie; June 27, 2011 3:09 AM
beccagivens said...: Nice combination of two prompts ... well done. Hoping your arm mends quickly!; June 27, 2011 11:58 AM
Madeleine Begun Kane said...: Nice one! Good luck with your arm! I broke my wrist a couple of years ago. Not fun!

Wishing you a speedy recovery!; June 27, 2011 1:16 PM
Jingle said...: great.
beautiful crafted story.; June 30, 2011 10:40 AM
15homegreenhome said...: lovely haiku - hope you are on the mend; July 1, 2011 9:41 PM

Archive of Blog Quotes

A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken. ~James Dent
Autumn is an introspective season when stray thoughts of the mind dive into the mystique of the soul - Gemma Wiseman
Autumn is the bridesmaid of Summer and the flowergirl of Winter ~ Gemma Wiseman
Autumn whispers the tones of yesterday in a minor key ~ Gemma Wiseman
Love is born / With a dark and troubled face, / When hope is dead / And in the most unlikely place; / Love is born, / Love is always born. - Michael Leunig's Christmas Song Cycle "Southern Star"
Spring paints the stars of heaven in Earth colours ~ Gemma Wiseman
Summer sizzles with a sibilant hush / Broken by dreams of / Clinking ice ~ Gemma Wiseman
The object of a new year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul. - G.K. Chesterton
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. - Stanley Horowitz
Winter is the fire, simmering lonely in the soul ~ Gemma Wiseman
Winter is the shadow, the etching of the seasons in the mist ~ Gemma Wiseman