Wrinkle wedge sisters
Wrangle through time
Wrestling with whispers
While showing –
Sublime.


December 9th, 2023 § 0 comments § permalink
Wrinkle wedge sisters
Wrangle through time
Wrestling with whispers
While showing –
Sublime.
December 2nd, 2023 § 0 comments § permalink
The sky is calm
The tide is far
Upon its crested, dark reservoir.
A line of spray
A blanched, mist scar
Reflects its creased, gilded white char.
At point return,
And high point bar
We see its depth –
Time’s true repertoire.
November 25th, 2023 § 0 comments § permalink
In the beginning
It was at the true end
A nothingness meaning
Just hiding its bend
In the just now
We see – what we send
As the forces of time
Pretend to defend.
October 30th, 2023 § 0 comments § permalink
Spiky star shining
Stark erosion, re-aligning
A hot temperance
Designed –
By combing.
September 23rd, 2023 § 0 comments § permalink
Pressure
And time
In a blink –
Of an old sign
Reminds us –
To think,
Of a divine.
July 29th, 2023 § 0 comments § permalink
Designing an energy
Defined, by its grace
Combines, a deep knowledge
Refined –
To displace.
June 16th, 2023 § 0 comments § permalink
In the depths of the dark, are secrets that lie,
A predator lurks, with an unblinking eye.
Sleekness and power, prowling so deep,
The blackness of majesty –
The nightmare of creep.
Its silent and stealthy, as it glides through the black
A symbol of grace, a blunt force, that shouts back.
It slashes and cuts, through the darkness, with might,
Instilling it’s awe –
A magnificent sight.
In stature and legend, is whispered with dread,
Its danger and wisdom, in a meaning not spread.
A vision of nature, shaped hard by design,
A marvel to history –
It’s both feared and sublime.
June 4th, 2023 § 0 comments § permalink
Are we driven
To be a god
The play the tempter
To bend the odd?
Are we captured
Are we trod
Are we real
Or a forced facade?
May 27th, 2023 § 0 comments § permalink
Before the break of swirling storm
Brighting, terror, the screams of warm
Arches staining the broken sky
The subtle, non-asked, that questions why
In air thats fills with wings for flight
Shrilling, bands of loud delight
Comes foreboding, a sorrows cry
Demanding, a will, to non-comply.
Hat tip: “Before the Breath of Storm” – Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts