StellarFairy

An artist’s job is to capture a moment. Sometimes we use a brush; sometimes we use 17 syllables. A haiku is a Japanese poetic form that consists of three lines. In this tutorial, I’ll show you how to look at your artwork and condense its "soul" into a poem. Here are some examples of haikus I've written: Step 1: The "5-7-5" Framework First, the technical basics. A haiku follows a strict structure: Line 1: 5 Syllables Line 2: 7 Syllables Line 3: 5 Syllables Tip: If you’re stuck, clap out the beats of the words! Snow-flake (2), Win-ter (2), Glit-ter-ing (3). Step 2: Choose Your Visual Subject Look at one of your drawings. Don't try to describe everything in it. Instead, pick the one thing that stands out most. Is it the coldness of the snow? The silence of a forest? The bright colors of a character's hair? Step 3: Brainstorming "Vibe" Words Write down a list of words related to your drawing. For example, if you are looking at a winter scene: Cold, white, soft, falling

I thought about you today. Your laugh, your zeal, your courage, your generosity. You were larger than life. For a moment, I thought we could hang out again. Then I remembered that you departed this mortal plane years ago. And I was shocked, and once again, sobered and sad.

She (The Ocean) She is the ocean and I but a drop of water She lies waiting as I fall from the mountaintop rolling and tumbling along the rivers ever traveling ever yearning to be part of Her to add my essence to her whole but She is the Ocean and I a drop of water my importance is small an' yet I travel on till I lie once again cradled in Her arms for She is the Ocean and I but a drop of water

Snow oh what a beautiful show painting the world in a winter wonderland for all to behold. Creating fun for everyone for adults and the little ones. For as snowballs whirl overhead and marshmallows swirl in a cup of hot coco there's a sense of tranquility in every home. That makes the cold feel less bitter and people's hearts a little warmer. Making winter a little more bearable Even in the dark.

I was born with flickering light. A tiny lantern under my heart which blinked at the world around it. It attracted the will-o'-wisps and fireflies, the small flame dancing alongside them in mysterious rituals of foggy morns and rainy days. But the world outside the woods in which I was born was not tolerating tiny lights. They came with words and daggers. With oil and axes. And with water; water against the dancing flames. The flickering light was not ready for it. It started to flicker more often, disappearing slowly, dying in my chest, like a moth too close to a lamp, always closer, dragged in by the inevitable. Burning out slowly like a candle, until there was no light anymore. The warmth in my chest was replaced with the coldness of the void. Until the ghosts appeared, or gods, no one knew their names, even themselves. They gave me a shadow in place of the light, they gave me night instead of a heart and they gave me darkness in place of a soul. In my darkness, a sharp talons

I am cat. Hear me roar! MEOW. It sounds like a purr, but never be deceived. Within my tiny frame, true wrath is conceived! I am cat. I sleep much, You like not? Deal with it. I am cat, your topmost priority in life. Forget work, forget play, forget wife. Me you must feed, cuddle, pet and pander to. Give me your best! Or you'll be denied any rest! I am cat. I prowl at night, Get in my way? Let's just say... Many irritating beings have lost their sight! I am cat. Your forehead I'll lick while you sleep. If I'm particularly playful, I'll even walk up and down your body just for giggles. Make no mistake. It all seems loving... But a ruse to rudely wake you, So you can attend to me! I am cat. I have a soft side. I'll be sweet if you play by my rules. I might cuddle up next to you as you rest. But if I do, don't you dare move, shake or offend me! For beware! Cross me once and I'll scratch and claw! I am cat. Don't confuse me with a dog. Just... don't.

How long will you run from your feelings? A day? A month? A year? You can battle all the monsters. Complete all the quests. Rescue maidens who need no help. You can devise all kinds of explanations and excuses. But... Eventually, you'll have to face the truth. You love me and I love you. Doesn't get more simple or more complex than that. So will you keep running? Or stand your ground and embrace this fight? Will you extinguish this fire or fan the flames? The choice is yours, brave knight. Will you be mine?

Give me one ticket to yesterday, When the trains ran fast and the cares didn't last, When the fields of flowers eclipsed dismal rain showers, When the maidens were many and I didn't have to chase. When I was an idealistic soldier who hadn't tasted pain, hadn't seen death. I was no more than a boy really, my head filled with dreams. Dreams now crushed by a cruel reality. Please. Give me one ticket to yesterday.

Listless waves in the lingering early evening heat Seagulls circling low above silent You roll up the beach towels Summer is taking leave