A sitting takes me to an attic of raw light
bestowing quiet glow for travelers
unyielding to a precise compass
of direction, a spaceless space nourished as it
were, losing the self to Bodhi-like clouds
and nomadic lotus spins.
I release this soul buried
in the kundalini to a congregation
of ambient tunes saying nothing,
taking flight unto a hymn of
unknown center , balanced
and steadily grounded--
no more weight or cities divided
united by forms of one core,
My malleable flesh dissolving into tiny
breaths; it floats with grace
ascending the next chi
as I go deep, deeper..high, higher
until this my body- mind- spirit marries
in a ceremony of quietude,
the airiness of journeying
through this unshaped season
fed by something
unbidden in my life so blessed:
I step outside my body, somewhere,
without a trace that lightbeams
expand my journey to higher dimension
searching for a mantra of stars....
Blight the clouds lowly dispirited feigns,
Despite these regards there belies the shrouds,
In height uncovers the misplaced reclaims,
Ignite, blameless drives of a dove in clouds.
In measured distance or that of life's span,
Of treasured reflections as fawning dawns,
A feathered friend that needs a shepherd's hand,
Unfettered airiness descends chiffons.
An aloof crowned hall grows ever grandeur,
Shall allude facts of dire circumstances,
Can assume, beasts of burden, not dirt-poor,
Ample proof, a slanted roof, mischances.
Grounds, telltale's a flap, wingless warrior,
Sounds, fled coos, eyes unreachable love,
Downs of feathers white o'er once courier,
Pounds the ceaseless cease ... flights anew born dove.
Conflicting waves ruffle the smooth blue static
hindering the ethereal progression of her path
Airiness sinks heavily to lean into leaden aqua
mistiness lingering, a foggy dolorous requiem
Practical currents, seem to have lost their step
as winds gust, only to die in competing dogma
Gone again are the gains to the losses gaining!
New rules implemented o’er the old as the sun
explicitly highlights flaws within its blared flare
Listless and restless tossing of the weary soul
aspiring to stay afloat in a much bouncier sea
Denying the salty sting, sways ‘long the bend
yielding painfully to a slower, upriver, journey
6/23/23
I have often gazed
up at the sky, and
off at the sea – sensing
a certain innate airiness
about me; told of relationship
between fishes and me –
the firm of land perhaps
only relative to my thinking...
often restlessly pacing,
soaring,
falling,
drinking
and sinking....
wondering further
if distant stars and galaxies
are not simply there
to assemble and store
not just for direction...but more!
to ponder if the seeming infinite
may have other places for us to
visit and explore
perhaps realizing metaphysical tentacles
far outreaching the common five men
currently enhance for more
maybe dimensions of fantastical
experience, as revealed to humanity
even greater~sensing-repertoire?
Mind meanders the off-beat, sultry stream
In his irises beam dreamy-colored confetti
Satin seeds spark growing sensorial needs
Smiling silken caresses of petal-rich kisses
Breezy boldness makes a bloom succumb
Enamored by airiness, to nod and swerve
Heaven’s clouds swept along in hilly mirth
Aquamarine shines all ‘round a lily, Canna
Vivacious freckles flame red in heated rev
Immersed in a cool wind’s lips laying a lei
Naked 'n soft, upon a throbbing neck vein…
(8/13/2020: Eliminator Eagle)
I twinkle in the eyes of a crazy beholder,
Concealing bouquet of flaring smoulder.
I flicker sailing in the pitch-dark sky, being bright:
Fusing atoms in cores to create heat and light.
I am red while cool and turn blue when hot;
Luminosity portrays my size & shape on spot.
I meet my other mates forming asterism:
Targeting the goal of high boosterism.
I am considered as the aura of darkness,
Since I am visible only in the night airiness.
I ignite the spark of faith while I fall,for yearning souls:
As they look into me and place a wish,I fulfill them without fouls.
I cannot be immortal because of limited nuclear fuel;
Once it exhausts I collapse & scatter alike a broken jewel.
Note1:You are a Star poetry Contest.(N/A)
Contest judged 8-7-2020
Second place in the Contest.
Note2: July Na or HM poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Constance La France -A Dear Heart.
frivolous nonchalance
easy carelessness
ridiculous calmness
in the face of equanimity
heedless casualness
notoriously relaxed
indifferent airiness
way beyond easygoing
deadly carefee
frivolous self
Of a dawning in a brilliant twilight hoverance,
Skipping along an unmarked trail so unexpectedly,
Dared naught say out mumbled words offered without pure malice,
None receptive to my thoughts for a soulless oddity,
Passed a bed of sleeping lilacs, waits for a yellow sun,
Tiptoed throughout their yawning, sweet snoring scents fills the breeze,
Ventured on fields of greenery blades, tickling treats of fun,
Crept by a virginless dove, resting on her eggs well pleased,
Further 'neath a dark sleeping sky, bluish winds doth oft squeeze,
By mere chance, a valley filled with tall sturdy tawny teams,
Teeming with an assortment of life moored in a tranced ease,
Small amidst a magic forest of pinky pixie dreams,
Peaked interest motivate my steps, towards a grey retreat,
Stood and gazed o'er a whitish glow of mystic airiness,
A cool wind blows from east to west and tightens my intrigue,
Though a strange cloud grows around my being, pushed me to the test,
Forced to wake as I learnt 'twas but a dream of circumstance,
Of a dawning in a brilliant twilight hoverance.
somewhere,
along an intersection of a mystical dance,
I have climbed, levitated and roamed
into a pathway of seasonless space,
where my fluid, heightened breath
circles along veils of astral light
sun eclipsing moon: dark-toned, half-streaked...
one flick of a star nestled on my blown hair
while another winked softly combing a fiery sky,
somewhere: a tunnel shapeless and lucent
enters inside the skin, refilling the airiness
of being flown into a time reborn: ethereal,
radiant , fed by something unbidden in my life...
I was outside of my body as if some god
poured angel tincture on my head…
there and then, the noisiness of a kinetic
earth-world suddenly stopped while
a halo of tranquillity releases
all the pride ( ego) dissolving like evening’s ash,
somewhere
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7/4/2017
John Lawless' And Then It Stopped Contest
Peace slips lightly
Over my shoulders
Downy in its softness
Its netting of gossamer
Floats downward
As a willow's branches
Might brush fate
And touch the unknown
I stand with beauty
I hug airiness
Fire in distant trees
Burnished red and gold
Drop their leaves
One by one by one
Spaces fill knowingly
Like a precise jigsaw
Designed by eternity
Its pieces culled from heaven
To create nature's quilt
Trembling, I embrace the birthing
I am one with change
A cacaphony of sounds -
Caw Caw Caw
Raucous, disturbing, quickening
Tear my thoughts like glass shards
Skyrocketing colors
Shake my newfound presence
I am reminded that
Equanimity's gift is fleeting
As a cardinal's trill
Or the flash of a jay's blueness
I yield to what is
Ethereal, fleeting, incandescent
I grasp loosely at the airiness
So vibrant on the escarpment
X-rays pass through bone and flesh
Leaving no mark
I hold emptiness
Where are the diamonds?
Filling my fingertips?
Brushing my lips?
Tickling my tongue?
Lingering within my heart?
Eternity breaks open
Inverting itself within dark holes
Moons, planets and stars swirl
My amazement blazes anew
When the jewels reappear
Woodland sprites alive on the bark
Knifing through the trees
Frolicking on the ground
Dancing amongst the foliage
Daring me to catch them
Clay vessel opens
Alas, it is a porous jug
Absorbing but not containing
The warmth of a brief embrace
My skeleton’s soulful journey
Light twinkles
Passes through
Leaving no pathway
Psyche refuses defeat
What has been will reappear
Eyes to see the invisible
Kathleen D Kroll
March 19, 2016
Inspired by light in Yosemite National Park
One leaf left on tree
No undue unhappiness
Always in great spree
One leaf left on tree
All by itself in the airiness
Feels never lonely or retiree
One leaf left on tree
It spends itself as it sways
Breathing with utmost glee
Last leaf not the end ever
As its time comes, collapses
New buds sprout by the scent of water
The poem is in the form Tercet (Three lines Rhyme scheme aba, cbc,dbd, ebe). The form is not available on PS so I have posted it under rhyme.
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July 17, 2014
Theme: Renewal
Form: Tercet
Contest: The Scent of Water by Faye Gibson
**The poem is based on the real scene I saw two days back from my window.
I have taken some snaps and small video. I remembered the story The last
Leaf by O Henry and was inspired to write there and then.
*** Inspired by O Henry's short story The Last Leaf **