Portrait Sculpture Photography by Brno Del Zou
The eyes,
nose,
mouth,
and ears,
don’t match.
They need a purpose
to hold them together.
They need a soul.
THE PIECES
soul
LET THE MAGIC FLOW
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Let the colors splatter and merge.
No need to mourn the mess.
Magic flows from the artist’s hand.
Beauty to soothe one’s stress.
PLAY ME A SONG
“Self Portrait with a Harp” (1791) (detail) by Rose-Adélaïde Ducreux (1761-1802).
Play me a song.
Don’t get me wrong.
I love your singing voice.
But the harp is my choice.
The music soothes my sad soul
From the day taking its toll.
I need the music today.
Please, sit down for me and play.
THE MIND’S EYE
The mind’s eye.
Portals to our souls.
Our words can hide our lies,
but our eyes can’t.
SKIN AND BONES
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Skin and bones.
That’s what we are.
Easy to break.
Easy to fall.
Don’t crumble.
Keep strong.
Keep fit.
In mind,
body,
and soul.
DEPTHS
Stairs lead
To the depths
Of my sadness.
I can’t go on.
I must rest.
Replenish my spirit.
Revitalize my soul.
But first sleep.
ALONE WITH MY THOUGHTS
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Alone with my thoughts.
Lost in my dreams.
Darkness in my soul.
A deserted forest.
Empty of people.
Devoid of sound.
No movement.
No sunlight.
Only endless trees.
My thoughts ring
Loud and clear
In this empty void.
THE PERFECT ESCAPE
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No reason to leave this room.
Books provide sustenance.
Words to soothe the soul.
THE SPOT
A peek at perfection
is what I need.
is what I need.
A glimpse of heaven
to fill my soul.
The hot sun
to fulfill my yearnings.
It’s here for me
in this one spot.
PETALS TO THE SKY
Smoke fills my lungs,
I stand strong.
Petals to the sky,
I fulfill my destiny.
Tears burn holes
never to be filled.
Demons in my soul
leave scars never repaired.
Each sigh forces a step back.
Each storm bends my stem a bit more.
I persevere through the rain,
the sleet,
the snow.
I yield to the sun and the moon.
I take what is given.
I replace when I’m able.
Though dry are my leaves,
I lift them to the sky.
Though parched are my lips,
I face the sun.
Smoke burns my eyes,
but I see clear.
I bow my head.
SUSANNE LEIST 