Sen

Joined December 2021

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Maples
Maples In the hushed embrace of autumn's gentle sigh, your gaze meanders to the tapestry unfurling before you—the yellow maples stand in radiant glory. Each tree is a poem, and each leaf a couplet, whispering secrets of seasonal shift beneath the azure skies. The maples, draped in sun-kissed yellow, teach you that all things must change, hanging darkened memories on branches mere steps away, illuminated in brilliance even as they fall away.
By Sen12 months ago in Writers
Red, White, and Purple
Setting back to ages ago when colors never showed in media or presented artwork by paper or screen. Before a photo consisted of color; before monochromatic photography had shadows and highlights. Long ago, color was simply a vision of life, and in those times, colors held different meanings.
By Sen12 months ago in Poets
'A Morn by the shore
A quiet morn doth spark the sun's first rays O'er misty meadow lit in magic haze A river streams to distant shore away Not a single ripple will host its chill
By Sen2 years ago in Poets
Woods Alight
‘Twas the dawn of a new morn o'er yon hill, Upon the coy mist with sunlight did spill, The cool dew kissed my cheek without ill,
By Sen2 years ago in Poets
Drought on the Pacific
For this to be fair, Before scorned, hide, and erred, before one’s costs. The scent of pine binds like an ancient swell.
By Sen2 years ago in Poets
A Frisk Morn
The cold morning is a harsh reminder of the winter that has come. Your pale fingertips and smoked breath dare a bitter enemy of the warmth that has gone.
By Sen2 years ago in Poets
Fleur
Fleur In petals soft, a dance of light, A masterpiece of colors bright.
By Sen3 years ago in Poets
The Rainbow of Life
Life is a rainbow of colors That brighten up our days Each color has a meaning That shows us different ways - Red is the color of passion
By Sen3 years ago in Poets
The Journey of Life
Life is a journey of ups and downs That we travel along the way Each step has a purpose That shapes us every day - Sometimes we face the mountains
By Sen3 years ago in Poets
A Poem For You
You are the poem I want to write The words that fill my mind The rhyme that makes my heart beat The rhythm that makes me shine
By Sen3 years ago in Poets
5 Art Festivals in New York City from the 50’s
New York in the 50s In the 1950s, New York City was a world unto its own; fiercely independent and embracing traditional values while, at the same time, embracing the vibrant culture which had made the city so famous. From Manhattan's Broadway up the Hudson Valley, many New Yorkers, both native and immigrant, worked to uphold the city's unique spirit.
By Sen3 years ago in Journal