Charging its way through
Is a not so subtle view
Staying true –
To its wonder
Of beauty
In 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
January 27th, 2024 § 0 comments § permalink
eyes
futher more
surfaced in reflecting gloss –
just beneath
just as real,
as though
a drop
fell full,
into a glass
turning
stretching
into a mix
of color –
lost in its intensity
it’s life and the pain
that draws our beauty out.
January 20th, 2024 § 0 comments § permalink
Emerging –
From deep beyond
Cycling through,
The flow of you
Is how, the whole, responds.
December 23rd, 2023 § 0 comments § permalink
Rejected emissions
Insure, in the end
That the beginning
Of now-frames
Will return –
To transcend.
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.
July 29th, 2023 § 0 comments § permalink
Designing an energy
Defined, by its grace
Combines, a deep knowledge
Refined –
To displace.
June 25th, 2023 § 0 comments § permalink
Telescopic views
Of complex hues
Shade true –
In their characteristic,
Blue.
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?