‘Head of Adam’ Copy in Pencil of Michelangelo’s painting in the Sistine Chapel. Vatican City, Rome … by WHB -1981
The dust of borrowed time
Has settled on my soul
Clogging my receptors,
Taking further toll
On my retreating days
Aware as I am now
How limited my gaze
Which cannot tell me how
Much latitude I have
How bad will be the weather
My seasons tell my stories
Now all have come together
Time reaches out to garner me
I’m handing in my history’s key.
Roland's Ragbag 
Ah, Constant and ceaseless, ever changing time. Love the drawing Roland.
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I thank you, Nigel.
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Such a beautiful drawing. Do you still keep this art up.
Now Roland, your Sonnet is so very beautiful…..but oh so sad. At least to me.
It does seem that some real good old cleaning away of dust and polish of receptors are in order. After, could you please write another Sonnet about what comes through those
receptors.:)
I know this is not very intelligent, just emotional response from a friend out there.
Miriam
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Thank you, Miriam. I have blogged a fair number of my ‘artworks’ previously, and more to come. Sorry about the sadness, I have been rather introspective recently. I do try to lighten the mood from time to time. More of that to come too.
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Great sonnet and artwork as always Roland. This a very poignant and reflective piece.
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I’m pleased you approved, Davy.
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A lovely sonnet full of emotion, and perhaps reflecting on closure? The art is beautiful.
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Yes, Eugenia. Thanks for commenting. I know I keep doing it. I must try for a more uplifting approach.
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There is nothing wrong with reflecting your feelings, whether sad or glad in your work. 😉
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Indeed not. Thanks, Eugenia.
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What an amazingly talented being you are, Roland. 🙏
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I thank you, Vidur.
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My pleasure, Roland.
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