Learn To See The Simple Sunday Picture Challenge!
This week we are featuring another stunning artistic creation by the Romanian artist who goes by the name gyurka. Judged by the number of comments it has received, this one seems to be his most popular on Deviant Art, titled “Learning To See.”
Let your muse loose and see what it can learn to see in this picture!
Please also read and comment artfully on your fellow Pals’ muses’ musings.
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LEARNING TO SEE by gyurka
Welcome everyone to the CPC Simple Sunday Picture Challenge! I’m really excited about our featured image, because it’s by someone who has become one of my favorite artists! Surrealism with real relevance as well as admirably skillful execution! I hope your must will find the words to make a worthwhile poem to write to this fine art!
INTROSPECTION
Suck a ball out of the wall
which confounds truth inside us all.
Open vision to the scene
of naked soul washed squeaky clean.
Through the prism of the past,
find significance to last.
Deduce why you did your do’s
so you can win before you lose.
Astride the tide a telling ride,
in towards core, then out to see
realities which egos hide:
drives of your humanity.
Learn to see the good and bad,
the ins and outs of what you had.
Magnify till you can read
all the small print of your need.
Accept the reject in your seed.
Defectiveness infects your breed.
Then make amends so you can strive
to move ahead while still alive
There’s the keyhole of your soul!
From your reveletions’ bowl,
mold a key to fit its shape.
Now you’ve captured your escape!
Copyright July 8th 2012 RGD
TURNABOUT
Echoes of the silence fall
deadly quiet in the hall.
There is no one there at all.
None to respond to your call.
Carry on because you must.
It was you who broke their trust.
Now your turn to face the dark.
Turnabout has made its mark.
Copyright July 8th 2012 RGD
LEARNING TO SEE by gyurka
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CAN YOU SEE WHAT I SEE
Learning To See
From out side the bot
Do see what I see
Can you hear what I hear
Take a look
From me point of view
Things will look a whole lot different
And I dont choose to see much
For The see beautiful in all
Things people animals
The whole world
Is a beautiful place to see
Even the scary things
That is in life it self
Just open your eyes see
Written By: Bettie Davis ————————– © July o7 , 2o12
LEARNING TO SEE by gyurka
As I aged
I felt caged
Then, I fell asleep as in a light stage
Awakened not being afraid uncaged
I began taking a deep look at myself
As being stripped from head to toes
No clothes just me wanting to find my soul
Tearing down all those bricks I built unfold
One by one I ended not being under sold
I stayed positive as each brick was made with gold
No rules to follow just past to swallow learning grows
Not allowing the weight on my shoulders to make me old
Life is golden within heart and soul
Realizing those bricks only hurt me to achieve my goal
A new life is to be showed
Fascinating artwork and wonderful pieces posted.
MUTE ROMANCE
In the wall he spied a niche,
a crack just big enough to fit
one big eyeball looking through
to girl’s shower room and loo!
What he saw was a surprise.
Venus, yes, made interest rise!
Mesmerized by beauty bared,
pupils dilated, nostrils flared!
But other sight made breathing stop:
magnifier on countertop!
Hot voyeur surprised to find
he spied upon own furtive kind!
Passing in the halls preserved
silences now more absurd.
Both too shy to introduce
though feathers shared by duck and goose.
For this pair sealed secret pact.
Through hole in wall its progress tracked.
Clandestine thrills remained so fine:
you show me yours, I’ll show you mine!
Copyright July 8th 2012 RGD
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A quick one…
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I can’t do any better than the beauty shared here in everyone’s heart….beautiful blog for a wonderful Sunday!!!! :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love:
A GLIMPSE THROUGH THE KEYHOLE
On this Sunday morning
as a new day begins to unfold,
through the haze of memory
and so clearly visible,
despite the distance
of another time and space
I peek through the keyhole
of the box where
they’re safely kept
for times such as this,
as I visit them once again.
And I find them there,
still precious and intact,
scrapbook moments,
fleeting wisps of time,
fragile snippets tucked away
within the corners of my mind,
carefully unwrapped
every once in a great while
to look at and smile again,
only occasionally shared
with family or with friends
as they float on a breath
or flow through a pen.
And each one of them,
treasures only to me,
have taught me to see
so much more clearly
than every before;
not to take things for granted
but to savor each one
and to preserve those images
of life’s moments as they pass,
within that special place
reserved for a morning
such as this as I briefly visit
and place them back
where I found them,
preserved and intact.
(c) barbara kausteklis 7-8-12
Quite profound, Flossie! Big hugs! :love: :love: :love: