Best Striations Poems

KISSING THE MOON

Twilight displays striations of multicolored      light.
The shrewd sun and morose moon, begin to          fight.
Amber spreads her net across the horizon of        ...

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We form a queue around a small
million-year-old blossom,
are captivated
by dripping peaks
of creeping continuum.
Rainbow striations
in bezels of stillness,
then the power fails.

A pitch black of nothing
quashes carriage and mien.
Minds shrink like dark stars,
then the yellow flicker
of a generator hums us back.

Nervous grins, holiday shorts,
floppy hats.


_____...

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The Sun rises...

I know the supposed science 
of light,
bips and wavy lines of
pulsed propagation

like a heart

like emotions~ 

how human feelings start
and stop, the forward/backward of time -- 
the morning news
our repeated proclamations 

stagnation and regressive 
signatures, announced and printed 
shouted over electronic airways
man’s modern-day gazettes

dawn’s...

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To read or watch movies, that is the question.
When tired at workday's end, depressed about death's
certainty and my recent surgery
unable to contribute purpose
i.e., figure out whether to bomb Iran
or worship Krshna
and other gods such as Homer gives us in the Iliad
I lack vision therefore I...

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Fowl meadow grass - Glyceria striata - the striations
on the lemma. Drooping rachis
a weeping willow of a grass.

Recurring periwinkles, myrtle, Vinca.
Helicopter petals. Evergreen leaves.
Escaped from gardens, alien or native? 

A little further by the spruce stand
a new mustard, cuckoo flower - Cardamine -
with pinnately compound...

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I'm looking at your shadow
It is cast bigger than what is your truth
The curve of your breasts accentuated,
your contour smooth as it gently glides down towards your hips,
rounding your buttocks to perfect proportions and your thighs just right.
Your calves perfect as they wind down to...

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WAKING UP TO OAHU DAWN

Striations of lavender, pink and magenta
Ukulele song of minah birds and rainbows
Sun and moon hula~hula in Pacific seas
Reflection of palm trees ~ warm shadows

7/17/2017...

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You want to know its merits? 
Very well, then. Daylight slants 
deliciously across the boy's 
inclined, thoughtful face. 
His lace collar, crumpled, 
houses valleys of shadow. 
Or what about the Water Seller? 
Look at that poncho's warm 
woven woollen texture: 
and isn't the rip in...

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highway 69

rock out crops
rounded smooth
coloured striations
undulate through stone
like stretch marks
on the ancient mothers belly
where she grew fecund 
giving birth to the world.

rock cuts 
break the surface
blown there by dynamite charges
like ragged scars 
revealing each pang of labour
laid down in rusted reds, pink, white, and grays

it...

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Might It Be--
              by Odin Roark


Musical consciousness
surpassing even the bliss of silence

Touch that lifts
layered secrets from the
striations of marble

Salt upon the lips
swirling distant memories
of aquatic heritage

Colors that mix
mind's forever pigments
with imagined emotions
not...

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reading between the brow,
furrowed as it were,
the earth - the dirt of his face,
his eyes - his eyes tell a tale
seeded with rhizomes burrowing
deep in his psyche from all 
the rings of his years

what has grown down there?
mushrooming into fullness
of speculation and strength,
of oaken striations
lining...

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Museums are quiet except
For crackling parquet floors,
Wooden squares, a game board:
Checkers or maybe chess 
Of various right angle, grain striations.

Parallel to paintings in oil, red lines
Begin a court for pickup basketball.
But whether subjects of famous battles
Or romances between animals and gods,
They are stuck in a...

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Her anger blows 
frigid, like Arctic wind
Tears of hostile disposition flows 
bosom lethal — 
Pulmonary liquid nitrogen

Acrimonious breath
expel serrated exclamations
Jagged exhalation
feels like six below death
Such an icy sensation

Formaldehyde intimation,
cadaver cold pulsation

Got a cryogenic nature
that resides
in an unemotional South Pole 

Frostbite vocals
has igloo vibrations
Freezer burn temperamental...

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Life is an enigma;
A shifting world cast in shades of black and white
A chessboard;
Every move a potential lapse into destruction
It lies before you
A shimmering sequence of stepping stones
Gilded in sunlight or shrouded in shadow
Lapped by the waters of Death’s tepid lake
Fate’s cool wind stirring burgeoning...

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I'm playing seafaring games on the marble table,
sketching between the blue striations of the stone, 
a slab that resembles an ocean to my young mind.
I draw armadas and stick figure Spaniards,
foes that fall into shark-infested waters. Cannons roar silently.

Mum is at the sink drinking. Soon...

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