On the yonder hilltop
A cottage enveloped
In silver sheets of rain
Carrying the prickly touch
And the aroma of pine trees
I sit by the window
Feeling the drops graze
Dusty tiles on the roof
An open book in hand
I nestle in the lap
Of candlelight dreams
As time comes to a halt!
Mexican visual artist Raul Cantu creates stunning generative art of foggy landscapes. He uses photography, specialty lenses, technology, AI tools, and post-processing to achieve his art.
And here my words:
Sunlight through my window
Flirts with dancing dust sparkles
I gaze upon the washed rays
That caress with mellow light
A chilly wind further creases
The wrinkled skin of Wisdom
I hear the creaky bones of Winter
Her dewy eyes in reminiscence
Of another Year in an Earthly spin
I thought I’d survive without you
But I couldn’t say goodbye
For the words lay tangled
At your doorstep
Afraid to cross the threshold
Into a life where you
Would not be waiting
At sundown, by the yellow lamp
A book in hand, the kettle whistling
Eager to tell and know
Of just another mundane day
Darkness, in your embrace
I shed all my worldly woes
Like the skin of a snake
For you, my wounded healer
Whisper to me of spells
From the bowels of hell.
Goodness is long dead
To survive the death knell
You entreat me to beckon
Pettiness, slithering slyness
Throbbing deep within, now
Spilling on to slippery slopes.
Clutch on to the last straws
Don a mask and carry on
For in life only those thrive
Who enjoy the masquerade.
Don’t be a stranger
To the voices within
For they hold reflections
Of your deepest sins.
Hear them out
When they proclaim
The path to be free
Of the guilt and pain,
To claim absolution
In knowing the truth
That you are only human
When you slip and fail!
Blue Pen Strokes 