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?
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
April 29th, 2023 § 0 comments § permalink
Ejected hard materials
Explodes –
Its true remains
As random dust etherials
Demands –
It’s earned domain.
March 26th, 2023 § 0 comments § permalink
Pervasive flow
From a waving ripple
Marks the region
Of a wavelength trickle
Reveals its wrath –
In a rhythmic sickle.
March 19th, 2023 § 0 comments § permalink
Recaptured, electrons
Hypothecated, forays
Reimagined, rejoinders
From a definitional, display.
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
December 24th, 2022 § 0 comments § permalink
Firm in its grasp
The monster rages, again
Lurking inside
The formless darkness, within.
It’s never quite silent,
And never quite sound,
It’s always just lurking
To drag us right down.
It’s just so overwhelming
As we can barely breathe,
Fighting for nothing,
With no possible reprieve.
So the monster, its got us
We are deep, in its clutch
We try, to break free
But are locked, by its touch.
Hat Tip: “The Monster Inside” by Sarah Langton