Peep day matrix,
of willowy fog,
grey sprinkled usher,
to ephemeral epiphany,
frail cloud mantle,
vacuous veneer,
or token inkling,
amorphous tweet,
encoded riddle flimsy,
sunshine arbitrator,
dispells hazy,
symbolism
INTELLECTUAL CONTEXTS
encoded
anticipated
affinity
emphasised
with
tradition
neutral
collaborative
genres
articular
ambivalent
in isolation
then
deepened
with
representational
certainities
of
avaliable
choice
oscillating
intensely
collaborative
reclusive
concepts
circulating
sessions
to
celebrate
.significant
issues
temporarily
transcending
the confrontational
discussed
yet
introverted
amorphous
expatiations
anticipate
aspirations
in performance
Circling in the swinging rounds
Sleeping in the busy train
Of the London Underground
Missing over and again
Escalators that deliver
Upwards to the rainy street
Interrupted dream will quiver
Falling down under feet
What was real, becomes imagined
More amorphous, less greater
Undeniably nostalgic
Though I will deny it later
I return to where I’m bound
Leaning on the rails it’s me
But you’re nowhere to be found
Though it’s only you I see.
Life morphs speed to skill,
chasing illusive mirage
toward amorphous landmarks.
World won’t grind to halt
if clocks lose their frantic ticks.
Don’t rush to reach last milepost.
Mutant metronome’s
stygian riddle
inscrutable fixation
spuming
clustered clairvoyance
honing snoopy
quest querulous
quicquidlibet
tamper connived
sinewy stratagem
plimsoll plot
“sneaker” of
wily webfooted
nefarious nudge
at
tenebrific toll
maple smoke
screen screed
clandestine
cobwebs cohere
mohair marinated
muddle
subdued thespian
herringbone hoodwink
skewed camouflage
perused pearl
inveigling
skulduggery rife
underscored cadence
persuasive
percussive rattle
ubiquitous underbelly
prop to
dodgy dialogue
muted ritardando
silhouette streak
dangling magnet
mired in
gauche guesswork
subterfuge sciophobia
inkpot
amorphous machination
fiction wizards
emblazon
indices incipient
embryo empiricism
mouldering
cabinet coterie
spookish svengali
minatorial
repercussions
incurvate
sniffer dog
detective
poirrot’s prognosis
clouseau contingency
that
rivetting mystery
NEW SURROUNDINGS
detached
beginnings
gradually
dissolving
outlines
inexpressive
variations
becalmed
anodyne
gestures
irreconcilable
chaotic
pliable
malleable
abstraction
close-up
care-free
incidental
symbols
of
confidence
breathing
freedom
in
a
relaxed
unrestrained
layered
sequential
atmosphere
a vigorous
vital
amorphous
delicate
conceptual
unchanging
shape
of
single-minded
energy
THE SHAPE OF LOVE
Who's to say what form it takes
when love is in the air?
It takes the shape of the lover's
heart with confidence and care.
It's free of form, undefined,
an amorphous mystery,
whose existential nature forms
as only lovers see.
Tis loves blind eye knows not
the hope of everlasting bliss,
or the intoxicating fever of
loves first tindered kiss?
Dare not to learn the ways of love,
as many fools have tried.
Breathe it in deep and fill your soul,
and swallow foolish pride.
The titular template
of lyrical loneliness,
serenading
spaced out
the upbeat ethereal
mystique melody
of dreams
cadenced with
rhythmic quietude,
invigorated by
the rhapsody of
the million idyllic steps
I walk,
setting free
the hesitating heart
that quivers with
the wilderness willows,
the concrete contours
of inflexible essence
repudiate intractably
the catharsis reprisal.
I find a placating place
at the serene edge
of the stalled time,
sense sedated
the sound of silence.
All the dreams
blaze like emotive ember
in memory inferno,
swathed by the ashes
I breathe besieged
the smoky past,
whisper hollow words
to the amorphous air,
for I have nothing
more to say,
and silently float
in the sky of nothingness
with splintered awareness.
The sulking space between
the slices of soul,
where frail feelings
get frozen,
the lattice of desolation
is configured
with the shards of
shapeless desire,
turning to illusive images,
as they soar
to the void
of oblivion
in the solemn sky of
silence…
Across the wandering life’s changing dynamic landscape,
I traversed following the footprints of destiny
the tortuous pathway in the undulating topography,
that winded for me, tracking the trail of racing time
to the amorphous future, taking the ordained shape,
Many streams in spate I had swam with passion
across the waves of somber squall.
With the buds of nascent hope clutched close to heart.
I chased butterflies in the blooming valley of flowers,
with dreams flying through the rainbow archway.
Drifting with the whistling wind in the forest,
the radiant rays from the sunburst sky
seeped in to enwrap me with ecstasy.
Navigating the wasteland at night I found your arms,
I saw love glow on dew in my meadow at dawn.
The spent sun sinks at the edge of the twilight zone,
across the disappearing trail of the time past,
marked by the fading footprints of fulfillment.
Walking the last mile, I’ve reached the point of no return,
the weary footsteps can’t take me back.
“The sky in changing shades enfolds many mysteries of the universe, the shifting clouds, the sun, moon, stars and other heavenly bodies. Its vastness is like the vastness of human mind, shape shifting every now and then, but capable of changing the amorphous into fascinating shapes.” ~ By Poet
In the noon sky, wade the truant clouds.
With the sweep of wind, how they form,
Into configurations of varied shape and size!
Giants, mountains and bundles of fluffy wool
To be woven into yet a hundred patterns.
poetry comes in all kinds of shape
scattered words held by cobweb seams
the words may ramble, they may be brief
but weaving them grants me relief
a poem gives form to amorphous dreams
building a sanctuary, my sweet escape
fire
hot, amorphous
burning, welcoming, consuming
friendly, peaceful, unfriendly, distant
freezing, distancing, staring
crystalline, cold
ice(y)
after doors close after hours when scarlet neon flickers out red-light nights fill voids of need my body is a ripped flower my throat tingles to the burn of vodka-fire gleaning the gleaming water-washed street for an answer to the latest outstanding bill sadly grateful for the slightest footfall twenty for oral forty for full car park dark steam-heavy dark not streetwalking but streetstaggering in hollow-pod hell anaemic-ashy and vodka-fumy amorphous shadows loitering on durex-dotted waste ground in secret alleys back to dank brick or deep throating down on my knees skirt around thighs fingers come-pearled and slick come quick after doors close after hours when scarlet neon flickers out cold glitter of streetlights gleam of cold hard cash cold kisses colder touch no eye contact look away the cold nothingness that we say
orbit around
ideas
once held
close
in past selves
rhetoric
bathed
in clichéd
visual
representation
burnished
impulse
strengthened
by the
the wilderness
of
inner life
needs
posited
by visual
language
unmoored
from contexts
vagueness
&amorphous
abstraction
fervency
erased
spring up
distilled
of some
essence
circumvented
in
narcissistic
grafting
of self
in the tangible
permanence
of durable
words
Moments become wet steppingstone
over a stream of consciousness.
At breakfast, a TV delivers omens
with a perky disposition.
Buttering grilled bread, distracted by normality,
slipping through the well-greased gears
of a self-made reality,
then a singing hint of burnt toast
ripples through suddenly aware
nostril hair.
What should you do today -
walk the mood off
or pray brother pray?
Will the monstrous appear,
its likeness --- cute and kittenish,
though even now
new velvet satanic horns
are already budding.
Will the fuzz and fur turn quickly
to scabs and scales?
Sinister left-handed slaps of hysteria
swipe the sweat from wrinkled foreheads.
In a room bereft of natural illumination,
a light on an open laptop is blinking,
imagination types a nightmare
on the underside of its blank screen.
Brains unchecked by reason,
swivel inside their bony portholes,
they search this way and that
for a more feasible fantasy
before this amorphous apprehension
emerges fully clothed
as an all too familiar
mirror image.
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