Silhouette swivels
And dark cosmic clouds
Release ultraviolet whispers
A warning –
To its shroud.
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.
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
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.