I imagine a star, rising, much like dandelion puffs in the lightness of an ethereal breeze, spun on the threads of wanderlust and bohemian trysts, the core of vanishing, the sparks of genius, reaching higher higher higher; travelling at the speed of esoteric.
sun beams and moon rays -
in the rhythm of silence
he David fleeing
© gillena cox 2016
## Process Note. I used an image from google dot com, of Bowie clothed in black and white; manipulaled the image using Pic Monkey, to get the present image and added text for a haiga
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Nice tribute, Gillena
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What a beautiful way to think of his passing.
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I think it's like a dust of stars... but much like his many persona we each have our own favorite Bowie...maybe he died a chameleon just like he lived like one.
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Well imagined, and described!
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Great tribute. I, too, imagine... ♥
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Nice tribute, Gillena. Puts surreal glimpse of his passing.
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DeleteMine was more subtle, a piece inspired by his "Sliping Away".
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Will surely drop in to read your tribute Jim
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Filled with stardust and wonder, much like the artist himself.
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Posted to Seize The Poem at Facebook, 12 January 2019.
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