Z, two, redshift through
Circles,
What make us –
You.
January 14th, 2024 § 0 comments § permalink
Z, two, redshift through
Circles,
What make us –
You.
December 23rd, 2023 § 0 comments § permalink
Rejected emissions
Insure, in the end
That the beginning
Of now-frames
Will return –
To transcend.
December 9th, 2023 § 0 comments § permalink
Wrinkle wedge sisters
Wrangle through time
Wrestling with whispers
Through its weathered –
Design.
March 3rd, 2023 § 0 comments § permalink
Darkening nights around me
Where chill of winter blows
A cold of quick surrounds me
Impeding the thought to go
Its creeping mental picture
Lies bare beneath the snow
A brewing storm descending
That opens – my void below.
Hat tip: Emily Brontë, Spellbound
January 29th, 2023 § 0 comments § permalink
Seven sisters, in the sky
Shining bright, for all to spy
A cluster of, stars so fair
Guiding visions, everywhere.
In ancient times, they were a guide
For sailor, soldier, and and those who bide
Their light in winter, shining clear
A beacon of hope, drawing near.
So let us look, up to the sky
And see the Seven, Sisters rise
A reminder of, the beauty there
The infinite expanse, place we share.
Hat tip: ChatGPT – OpenAI
September 11th, 2022 § 0 comments § permalink
Breaking its wavelength
Ghosting its sight
Bathing in brilliance
Is its moment, of might.
August 20th, 2022 § 0 comments § permalink
A degradation signal
In a timescale shaking wave
Breaks its solar dominion
To cheat –
Its telemetry grave.
June 26th, 2022 § 0 comments § permalink
Screams of nature
Howling with rage
Shaking in anger
In a teeming –
Rampage.
March 27th, 2022 § 0 comments § permalink
Intensity,
In scale
Towards a massive,
Blue bolt
Re-structures –
Its primitive,
Radiated,
Revolt.
December 19th, 2021 § 0 comments § permalink
I must look up into the breach again,
To the wondrous sight in the sky,
And ask that I do understand
Of a star, that now wonders its why.
And the breath of color that sing’s its song
The lengths of its light shaking,
Through the shaded mist of history’s face,
The present, of its dawn, breaking.
Hat Tip – John Masefield, “Sea Fever”