Prompt for December 16: Two Haiku about the Studio


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In the darkness here

I craft my beautiful works

In vast shades of red.


You see, everyone

Has a different shade of blood

With which to craft paint.


Prompt for June 18: Canvas


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Black pages, skies of dawn and dusk, grasses of every season, sun rays, blooming flowers, the rain, ocean, clay and dirt, a dancing flame.

The world was at my fingertips, every aspects of life and death were reaching out to me, their very fibers intertwining with the course hairs of my brushes. They craved the fame and immortality that only I could give them.

And so I painted.