Xylometry zaffre zacaton swirl on hyaloid "penumbra phylum".
"Magniloquent melodic" apodictic vinculum survey.
"Wandering wispy whooshes" by wisps of weird warbles.
"An augur awash" in dew shrivels grapevine burst.
"Chapter claim crafted" up by chimera once called an alibi.
"Baud beat" of boxy beauty, barren trees with fuzzy bark acoustic.
"Unsustainable vastitude whips" to leave an open sky.
"Myrsine moon marble", magical gem idol aroma.
"Ritzy rag ravisher" mesh shining in a flame with an azure
saw.
"Sumptuous Sirius in somber" spell mixed glory to find my
pattern.
Written: September 14, 2022
Categories:
apodictic, analogy, beauty, creation, fantasy,
Form: Verse
on hyaloid shade phylum
of zaffre azure
swish
soulful scrutinize
apodictic vinculum
magniloquent
wandering of wispy whooshes
wrapping wisps of weird warbles
shrivel olive trees
overflow no omen
drenched in sweat
summoned by chimera
once called passion
title assertion?
baud pace of rimless dreams
blurred bark
bare branches
fruitless leaves
unfetter'd
sky loose
mythic gem idol
purine as Myrsine
space rock fit
moon zappily
uncanny
azure drilled of ritzy rag doll
mesh shimmer blaze shackle
include
dare
desire
gaudy Sirius in darkened spell
mottled splendor
to cognize my path
as xanthic whispers
afresh
Written: August 06, 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Categories:
apodictic, analogy, bereavement, universe,
Form: Other
“Discreet Soul”
The love, the care, the passion, which I wanted to display…
Are hidden somewhere behind the cultural dismay…
Who are they to compel, who are they to restrain?
Have they ever made an effort to apprehend my pain?
Even I do have flesh and blood, even my heard does beat…
I have the apodictic right to stand still with my heart concrete…
I notice, someone has assassinated my soul and feel…
I need someone, who could set my wounded heart to heal…
My injured emotions blanket themselves in the dark room…
They cry, they feel, they think about the ways to bloom…
Holding back my emotions, until I get the pure heart to add…
Love me, care about me, and make me happy and glad…
Categories:
apodictic, culture, emotions, fear, hope,
Form: Rhyme Royal
In the crepuscular half-light
Our amaranthine trysting dreams
Are transformed to apodictic
Iridescent lyrical love
Tokens of rhapsodic tranquil
Categories:
apodictic, life,
Form: Free verse