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Modified sestina. Within this humble home, I dwell with nothing to my name but time...

Solo | Painting

Solo | This modified sestina is part of 'Solo,' a collection of nine poems dedicated to the concept of isolation, solitude and individuality.

Solo | Painting

Within this humble home, I DWELL

Within this humble home, I dwell With nothing to my name but TIME

Within this humble home, I dwell With nothing to my name but time And lessons learned along the WAY.

Within this humble home, I dwell With nothing to my name but time And lessons learned along the way. My fingers move like WATER,

Within this humble home, I dwell With nothing to my name but time And lessons learned along the way. My fingers move like water, Painting scenes from decades PAST,

Within this humble home, I dwell With nothing to my name but time And lessons learned along the way. My fingers move like water, Painting scenes from decades past, Of truths and wishes seldom HEARD.

From where I sit, sounds could be HEARD

From where I sit, sounds could be heard Of birds that in the willows DWELL

From where I sit, sounds could be heard Of birds that in the willows dwell Where fowl have nested in the PAST

From where I sit, sounds could be heard Of birds that in the willows dwell Where fowl have nested in the past And watched the clouds to wile the TIME,

From where I sit, sounds could be heard Of birds that in the willows dwell Where fowl have nested in the past And watched the clouds to wile the time, Wings beaded down with WATER

From where I sit, sounds could be heard Of birds that in the willows dwell Where fowl have nested in the past And watched the clouds to wile the time, Wings beaded down with water When showers tend to come their WAY.

Two birds swoop low. I look their WAY

Two birds swoop low. I look their way Because they made the sound I've HEARD

Two birds swoop low. I look their way Because they made the sound I've heard When fowl request for WATER.

Two birds swoop low. I look their way Because they made the sound I've heard When fowl request for water. Near my repast the duo DWELL.

Two birds swoop low. I look their way Because they made the sound I've heard When fowl request for water. Near my repast the duo dwell. They sip away my drink as TIME

Two birds swoop low. I look their way Because they made the sound I've heard When fowl request for water. Near my repast the duo dwell. They sip away my drink as time Consumes the seconds of my PAST.

The pair remind me of a PAST

The pair remind me of a past Where someone used to come my WAY.

The pair remind me of a past Where someone used to come my way. You disappeared, for over TIME

The pair remind me of a past Where someone used to come my way. You disappeared, for over time You fell for someone else, I HEARD.

The pair remind me of a past Where someone used to come my way. You disappeared, for over time You fell for someone else, I heard. I could have let the anger DWELL

The pair remind me of a past Where someone used to come my way. You disappeared, for over time You fell for someone else, I heard. I could have let the anger dwell Like waves of raging WATER.

Instead, paint moves like WATER

Instead, paint moves like water Above where I have drawn our PAST,

Instead, paint moves like water Above where I have drawn our past, On canvass where our faces DWELL.

Instead, paint moves like water Above where I have drawn our past, On canvass where our faces dwell. Your eyes are painted in the WAY

Instead, paint moves like water Above where I have drawn our past, On canvass where our faces dwell. Your eyes are painted in the way That many people think they've HEARD:

Instead, paint moves like water Above where I have drawn our past, On canvass where our faces dwell. Your eyes are painted in the way That many people think they've heard: Technique perfected in good TIME.

They do not know that in that TIME

They do not know that in that time My tears flowed like cold WATER.

They do not know that in that time My tears flowed like cold water. And all my audience always HEARD

They do not know that in that time My tears flowed like cold water. And all my audience always heard Was, 'Everything's part of the PAST.'

They do not know that in that time My tears flowed like cold water. And all my audience always heard Was, 'Everything's part of the past.' But painting was the only WAY

They do not know that in that time My tears flowed like cold water. And all my audience always heard Was, 'Everything's part of the past.' But painting was the only way To fill where you once used to DWELL.

I hope you've HEARD of me one TIME,

I hope you've heard of me one time, And where I DWELL, and how, like WATER,

I hope you've heard of me one time, And where I dwell, and how, like water, I flushed the PAST and found my WAY.

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