A basket woven with care With delicate pieces Art with function With purpose Not just to appear But to be used -Kel Dayheart


Lifting an inquisitive brow He chuckled in amusement At the impending drama About to unfold -Kel Dayheart

Worn Muses

Nine muses praised- Worshipped, cast in stone As though to immortalize Their beloved features Time has worn away Their inspiration Fading, like worry stones Constantly in use -Kel Dayheart


Shades of blue smeared Across the canvas space In chaotic swirls That is somehow elegant Enough to be reproduced Thousands of times Trying to capture the same Feel of the first -Kel Dayheart  

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