Gold leaves glitter
like sunshine ensnared in eternity.
Two figures dissolve
into dulcet pattern,
bodies consumed by radiance
of gilded avalanche.
Only the kiss remains,
surrendered to self,
a petit perpetuity
between two mortals
in aureate suspension
of a moment stretched to forever.
Squares and rectangles cloak
the masculine frame of strength.
Circles and blossoms
veil the feminine flow of grace.
Together they tessellate,
the lattice of longing,
the geometry of flesh,
suffused with shimmer of silence.
Inspired by The Kiss by Gustav Klimt
Flood of anonymous agony
inundates the debris of hope,
weed-webbed wasteland
of receding reverie
erodes in delirium
within turbulent essence,
wreckage of life piles up,
unlived,
transforms rapture garden
into winter badland
of foreboding discontent,
perceived.
Future meadow waits
to be sauntered
sanguine,
invents fantasy alchemy,
making magical gold
from ferrous aspirations,
gilding rusted crust
of weathering present,
metamorphosed,
marigold ecstasy blooms
in the Midas-touched mind,
mesmerized.
Wrapped by golden rays
of garnet sun,
setting sublime
beyond the content ocean,
entranced mind rolls
in twilight zone
on sapphire life waves,
broken,
yearning psyche is drawn
within the anguish trough,
crashes on existential shore,
shaped by the shadow
of pearlescent past,
petrified
in the collapsed sandcastle
on the beleaguered beach
of the stilled time,
enfolding the blanched grains
of aureate dreams,
d i s i n t e g r a t e d…..
Crisp breeze blows summer’s scorched screen away,
the somber sky revives to radiate the alluring aura,
clumps of cloud turning cotton span its canvas,
sail shapeless across the arena of seraphic azure.
Nature’s prism refracts the ambiance of autumn
at the lucent edge of the halcyon horizon,
splits the slant sunbeam in VIBGYOR spectrum,
hypnotic hues trickle down the canopy of foliage.
The sepia trees line the cinnabar garden path,
the gilded leaves bend to leave their boughs.
For them it’s time to grow golden wings and fly,
soar toward the serene sky before they fall.
Getting bare of bronze blanket once verdant,
the wrinkled trunks of tawny trees stand tall.
In the rhythmic rustle of the blushing leaves,
I hear the melody of autumn’s aureate footfall.
NaPoWriMo
NaPoWriMo Day2
Eloquence
Shorts
Many of the greats in poetry are said to be eloquent beings,
Well-versed in language as well as the human mind, soul, and heart.
Their legacy of distinct impressions;
Such aureate diction surely leaves the world a more vibrant, colorful place,
But at times I wonder: Do THEY leave this world more vibrant?
Above the desiccated desert
an aureate sun sets
leaving the sky glowing cherry red
as if an endless fire burns through the night
lighting the parched world below
rejuvenating new life into the land
to survive the next's day's torturous heat
desiccated: thoroughly dried out
lacking vitality or spirit; lifeless
preserved by removing natural moisture
aureate: having the deep slightly brownish color of gold
7/12/2017
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Fall foliage camouflaged gilt crawl
veiling autumn's quixotic fall.
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