The Art Eclectic

The God of Loyal Companions

He really wanted to bless his followers.

But most just pet his dogs and left.

The picture of Gwen, outside Louden,

attracted many views.

It learned from each just how to watch,

and gathered what they knew.

And then one day, without fanfare,

it opened up its eye,

frightening all the tourists

enough to make some cry.

The tourists told their story,

and many stayed away.

But others grew more curious,

so more came every day.

Now the picture's never lonely,

and its eye does never close.

But it's getting very tired.

We found these drawings in a lost backpack. They may be a warning.

Based on the journal inside, we think the owner's name may have been Aria. If you know where she is, please tell her we have found her missing property.

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We are all

wonderfully unique

and complex.

If only people

took the time

to know

our uniqueness.

Most stop

A Matter of Definition

Everything about her

Above, they have fun,

legs kick and they splash.

Below, darkness drifts

Bloomfish spend their lives swimming through ponds of unformed thought,

among the lilies yet to bloom and thunderstorms unwrought.

They feed upon the nibble seeds that drift beneath the foam,

Under Cover of Flowers,

he hides from all that's bright.

Perhaps we need to pick some,

Olym-paw-ya

Public Notice

Residents are advised not to store their doubts alongside their convictions.

The containers are clearly labelled.

Wisdom

knows the difference

between waiting

The Briarheart holds a special thought,

too dangerous to reveal,

bound safely in its bramble cage

with thorn and root for seal.

She watches and protects the heart

as if it were her prize,

but whispers sonnets at the thorns

There are few things

more inconvenient

The God of Unending Comfort

Many sought his blessing.