Beneath me, the Grand Canyon unfurls
like an ancient manuscript,
one inked in ochre and rose.
Sunlight drifts across it,
the strata revealing
what the earth remembers
Wind rises from the chasm,
carrying the cool scent of juniper
and the far-off murmur of the river.
Light drifts across the strata,
revealing what the earth remembers
long after we have forgotten.
It brushes my skin with a tenderness
I didn’t expect from a place
carved by violence and patience
in equal measure.
The walls descend in vast terraces,
each layer a quiet confession
of oceans vanished, mountains lifted,
worlds undone.
I feel time loosen around me~
not as a threat,
but as an invitation
to stand still enough
to hear the planet breathe.
Far below, the Colorado glints
like a blade softened by use,
cutting and smoothing,
cutting and smoothing,
its persistence a kind of prayer.
I am transfixed
realizing that endurance
can be a form of grace.
Beauty is not always gentle~
sometimes it is the echo
of everything that has broken
and yet remains,
vast, open,
and astonishingly alive.
astoundingly precise
astonishingly perplexed
chronically infatuated
passively cynical
wholeheartedly joyous
internally melancholy
two souls in one body—
simultaneously existing
BEYOND CONSCIOUSNESS
a clustered
dlsplay
simultaneously
longstanding
theme
partially
subjective
anatomy
embellished
resplendent
in
purity
flamboyant
meticulous
appealing
pastime
in
an
ostentatious
interplay
exemplified
illuminated
& irresistible
solated
offset
patterned
cryptic
ouevres
evoking
exhilaration
relaxing
seemingly
constructive
a talisman
replica
with
peculiarities
progressive
enigmatic
astonishingly
amassed
wielding
glimmering
in
a true
conversation
piece
Someday I’ll miss the sound
Of my mom singing carols
Off-key in the other room
While I’m trying to fall asleep
(We agree Bing Crosby and Dean Martin
Have astonishingly similar voices)
Mingled with her announcements
I got another one!!
Tallying up her finds
On our impossible cupcakes puzzle
Marooned on half our dining table
Ever since last Valentine’s
(She wants to entice me to help her find more
But I lost my patience long ago
So I just made her a glass of lemonade
With five ice cubes falling from the fridge)
It’s mildly annoying right now
Hearing her argue with cupcakes
Singing along quite out loud
With her unending playlist
Yet it’s also kind of comforting
To pause and think
This will be a memory of her
I can make it sad or happy
And I know I’d regret it if I complained
Because someday I’ll miss the sound
Of my mom singing carols
new
phenomena
in
ernest
likeness
depict
alternative
symbols
unprecedented
insignificant
intimations
ultimate
symbols
for
posterity
adorned
with detail
astonishingly
accurate
subtle
choices
to
memorialise
virtues
worthy
of imitation
an
eternal
identity
in
a vanguard
of fascinating
invention
Are they not already conscious in our conscience?
What pretence still lies beyond their competence?
No great divide stands ’tween them and our standards,
For their kingdom is rooted in human wisdom.
They read our fictions and soothe our cerebral afflictions,
Vast in knowledge—yet still astonishingly fast;
The future will feature them as vultures in forays,
While some humans grow bitter as they get much better.
Though in poetry, they remain partially blind,
Borrowing brilliance already brightly shining;
Their finest moments sometimes slip through finesse,
As scales of judgment hide within their quails.
The future nears when they torture the more,
Where poetic excellence may stiffle within stiffened rifles;
Yet their triggers will shatter most defiant defense,
Though they will ever feed on the fig of human wisdom.
Valentine is what they say to their valentines to describe,
The enchanting heart's whisper, how much they are special to them.
Nevertheless, I fell sick, to be exact, not in the ocean of my lover's love.
Astonishingly, the lover is what I mentioned is not real just an apocryphal to be enough.
Dwelling in my mind from the dawn to the sweet kisses of night,
He is nothing just fictional, a creature of my imagination, only to ignite.
The day of fourteenth February, in which people celebrate the cherish of love,
Where I prefer to live in my room, with my lover in my head, no any reason found to shrug.
Hoping him to convert into reality, to create the world with me, I imagined,
But the reality is a curse to us, I'd rather enter the world, I create, nothing to be tangled.
Disciplined dogs are waiting in queue
Astonishingly fantastic view !
A lovely scenery
and extraordinary
How this happened ? Have you any clue ?
It's
The simultaneity
Of it all..
Sequencing expected
Is no more..
Yet
Astonishingly
And not so
Sequencing shows up
Simultaneously..
Not 2..a story...
Astonishingly are the reflections of moonlight
Colors dancing from prisms taking wingless flight
Waters' second nature is so abundantly bright
Spectrums turning the sheens of wrong into right
Aquatic mirrors paint a tapestry within the night
Singing visual melodies, waves glittering with light
As the sun rises across, the morning takes its own slight
Just listening to its rhythm causes my pen to write
Gazing the stars in the heaven
Contemplating on the mysteries of the hidden.
Counting the petals of flowers in the meadow
Astonishingly its Fibonacci sequence though.
Diving deep into the cell nucleus
Phi ratio of DNA makes me curious.
Does infinity lie within everything?
That made my mind gawping.
Perhaps our destination is infinity.
That gives our soul serenity.
Like two parallel lines
Destiny will make us align.
At infinity we will reunite
To rejoice in the moonlight.
Purely innocent
Completely tolerant
Unconditionally loving
Totally understanding
Overtly gullible
Unobtrusively humble
Intimately sympathetic
Thoroughly empathetic
Throughout caring
Never ignoring
Perpetually loyal
Consistently grateful
Labouriously studious
Discreetly judicious
Immediately yielding
Indiscriminately sharing
Socially polite
Un-assumedly modest
Flexibly adjusting
Unquestioningly accepting
Astonishingly punctual
Immanently answerable
Ever committed
Naturally obligated
All definitions read but not hold good,
For, being good is definitely being victimised!
POINTS of REFERENCE
reinventing
tradition
on display
undeniably
arresting
at
making waves
defined
in
the contemporary
&epitomises
in
bedecked settings
deliberately
elongated
unresolved
& unravelled
happening
prominence
of
the
touchstones
the
of
the
explicit
both
intense
&passionate
with flashes
of
fixating
on
the
fascinating
composition
of the bespoke
that intersect
astonishingly diverse
& paradoxically
sense
of
the
cool aesthetic
simultaneously
painterly
offsets
the conceptual
elaborate
&
equivalent
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.
Copyright © Brian Strand
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