January 2nd, 2025 § 0 comments § permalink
Sculpted and shackled
Writhing, shadows entwined
Each breath a battle
Against its binds
Desperate limbs
Dance in darkness
Searching for freedom
From the bonds they keep
Till finally breaking
Through tangles unfurled
A spirit emerges
New born, in the world.
Hat tip: Anthropic Claude
November 29th, 2024 § 0 comments § permalink
At dusk –
Embracing the old
Ravished, through millennia of cold
Is the debt of dreams
From future, past extremes
Slowing down
To a variation
Of theme.
September 22nd, 2024 § 0 comments § permalink
Trapezium clusters
In parallel ways
Deliver its message
Through –
Molecular phase.
August 31st, 2024 § 0 comments § permalink
Silhouette swivels
And dark cosmic clouds
Release ultraviolet whispers
A warning –
To its shroud.
June 16th, 2024 § 0 comments § permalink
Calm. Serene
The lion lay –
Waiting. Inside
Its solarized ray.
Tepid. Angry
With indifference razed –
Fierce. And challenged
And never fazed.
Cooley. Cautious
And deftly feared –
Almost silent
When its power reared.
Prepared. And ready
To encounter rage –
Enveloping everything
On its worldly stage.
Hat Tip: W. Hamilton – “On a Lion Enraged at Seeing a Lad in the Highland Dress”
May 25th, 2024 § 0 comments § permalink
Creatures of fancy
Preachers of slight
Creep into consciousness
Deep –
Into night.
May 5th, 2024 § 0 comments § permalink
The depth of an eye
The breadth of the storm
Carve dark and deep rivers –
Into a soul searching,
Swarm.
April 20th, 2024 § 0 comments § permalink
Darkened skies
Shining through
Simply asking,
Who, are you?
March 23rd, 2024 § 0 comments § permalink
Charging its way through
Is a not so subtle view
Staying true –
To its wonder
Of beauty
In you.
February 17th, 2024 § 0 comments § permalink
A silence deep in glowing caves
Is never quite alone
It wonders in its quiet waves
To race and run from home.
Its spirts shine within the deep
To find a common stare
It shields us from a truth so steep
For how we see unfair.
Our deepest threat, our deepest care,
Is unique at each owns grave
Our silent screams are muted there,
Where fate, outruns, its wave.
Hat Tip: “The Ocean” by Nathaniel Hawthorne