Them,
lights,
sparkle,
soft, in dark,
playful, enchanting,
search soulmates for blessed union,
flying hither thither, bioluminescent wings
depleting inborn energy, dark gloomy grave awaiting to sniff out their soft light,
yet letting them sow seeds of their progeny in time to let their sparkling legacy flicker, for a continuum of magical glow,
hiding the funeral of older generation of fireflies under the sparkle of newer generation of fireflies, as if it was a celebration of their short lived existence in the nature full of wonders.
The vast and subterranean
depths awake,
An undulating wave begins
to grow,
As tidal currents violently
awake
And stir the bioluminescent
glow.
The hyper- luminescent
sapphire wall
Ascends against the high
celestial sphere,
A fluid, panoramic, sweeping
hall
Where atmospheric shadows
disappear.
Then comes the thunderous,
explosive crash,
A multifaceted, bright
diamond spray,
As liquid glass and ancient
granite crash,
To wash the solitary coast
away.
The subterranean gargantuan dies,
Reflecting iridescent
midnight stars.
Sometimes I feel a loosening,
not a rise or fall
but a sideways slip
into the body’s secret dream~
the one it keeps folded
behind the pulse.
Inside, everything is surreal.
The ribs bloom like pale petals,
opening and closing
with a slow botanical breath.
Capillaries curl like red vines,
twining around thoughts
I haven’t had yet.
I wander deeper,
past the soft machinery
of muscle and memory,
where neurons spark
like tiny bioluminescent fish
darting through a midnight reef.
The heart meanders by~
not beating, but floating,
a warm, wandering lantern
in search of its own echo.
I follow its glow
into a chamber~
where cells gather like pilgrims,
trading stories in chemical syllables
I almost understand.
Here, my body feels ancient~
a living archive
of every dream, wound, wonder
I’ve ever carried.
And as I move through it,
I realize I’m not leaving myself
but meeting myself
in places I never knew existed.
An inner-body experience~
not escape,
but entry
into the surreal biology
that has held me
all these years.
Bioluminescent beauty
I am drawn to the hue
I know nothing but the gleam
A pale moonlight blue
I flutter along
Floating on the wind
Enraptured in its gaze
This is all I’ve ever been
A curious creature
Hungry for a path
Maybe it can guide me
To a safe way home, perhaps
Before, I turned to the stars
I got help from the moon
But this light before me
Appeared so usefully soon
Convenience, it is
How kind to me it’s been
A guiding friend
Beckoning me in
Closer and closer
I fly into its haze
It bites and shocks and kills
And then I burn away
Fireflies flicker and light the night
on my walk home through the wood
after a day's fun in the sun
thinking summer should always feel this good
and they look like nymphs to me
dancing quietly on the breeze
flitting hither thither and yon
between the softly-moonlit trees
sending signals to one another
before the dawn and it's too late
like tiny bioluminescent Aldis lamps
flashing to find the perfect mate
bleached shells s
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bioluminescent
w a ve s ~
play with
hermit crabs
Sapphyric sunbeams whisper roseate daydreams,
Bioluminescent spectrum serenade neon-lit streams.
Our earthly realm of wonder and beauty
Observing its glory is our living duty
The most exquisite sight I have ever seen
Was a paradise island I have never been
A tiny green dot in the mighty ocean blue
Unleash your dreams and you may visit too
Just close your eyes and raise your sail
You’ll be carried there by a windy gale
I came ashore to electric blue plankton glow
Greeted upon arrival to a bioluminescent show
Beach sand glinted with a hue so golden
A majestic visual treat that left me beholden
Birds of flamboyant colour stunned me aghast
Exotic green jungle so lush, dense, and vast
I discovered an abundance of tropical trees
Many splendrous species, quite keen to please
I decided to dwell there, in a cabin of bamboo
Cruising immaculate streams in my little dented canoe
At night, I marvelled, as the cosmos triumphantly danced
Sitting serenely by my campfire, euphorically entranced
I awoke that morning in blissful peace
For I conjured an idyllic place, never to cease
It exists within my beating heart and my musing mind
Every time I close my eyes and dream, paradise I find
Children of the macrocosmic implosion
grow the seeds of bioluminescent oxytocin
Symbiotic by design, the prana and the potion
That dihydrogen monoxide flow of all word spoken
Existential kintsugi thaws out every heart frozen
and gilds the cracks in every single circle unbroken
Those chosen?
Those awoken here to serve in devotion
with the motion of the ocean
Salt of Earth for the wounds that will open
We, the tides that choose to rise
Open eyes and light the skies
We, the lanterns on the darkest paths
Compasses that guide
So we stay loyal to the mission
Seek absolution of division
Bring the North, the South, the East, the West
a centralized vision
A whole revision, it's vital
A microcosmic revival
Let the ripples make the waves that lift us
out of survival
DIY EMF from inside you
Evergreen that exhales to ignite you
Eat the fruits of the Spirit that light you
and watch the Universe grow to provide you
she was a beauty
maybe she was a he
whatever they were
they were gorgeous
bioluminescent purple
with fluorescent green eyes
they enhanced the solid oak tree
their colors being almost
psychedelic
I wondered if they could make noise
often owls who are this gorgeous are deaf or blind
whoooooo whooooooo whooooooo
they were okay in that regard.
Even their hoots were beautiful.
Owl was unsure what makes fiber optics light up
He pushed back his supper, refusing to sup
I am not going to eat food or drink anything he said
Until I have the answer, lying safely in my head.
He read about quantum physics, and bioluminescent plants
Those reference books will not help him said his much wiser aunts,
They put electricity books in front of him, and arranged them pretty.
He read them all too, but then switched to San Francisco and New York City.
I don’t think he cares about fiber optics, he just likes to learn things.
His mother and father agreed, as he switched to books about kings.
He was reading about steam engines, power tools and other stuff.
Owl is a self-taught lifelong learner, and this is no guff!
I want to taste the new ruffled orange mushrooms Lilly Watt said.
they are known as “chicken of the woods” on oak trees not dead.
shaggy ink caps were jealous, as were bioluminescent blues.
faerie mushrooms danced a jig, found in clumps of two times twos.
foragers from several places headed back outside to hunt the caps
acorn syrup is tasty also said a known forager, Chef Ultra Naps.
faeries scattered as their homes were stuffed into gunny sacks.
said one. Some of these are poison; do they have their facts?
There are people on the other side of the world
Whom I will probably never meet or know
People who will have no idea who I am
There are sights on the others side of the world
That I have read about and seen photos of
Sights that may or may not really be there.
How would I know?
There are animals I will never see or hear.
For all I know unicorns and dragons live in Africa.
It’s not like I have been there or will ever go.
There could be giant crabs in South America.
Man-eating crabs in bioluminescent colors.
I do not doubt it.
I ponder the wonders of the world which I will never see
And I smile, for it is fun to imagine all of them and more.
Bioluminescent Mermaid was created for a reason.
She was constructed during the stormiest season.
We can follow her down to the depths of the deep,
Said a confident sailor, with a wink and a leap.
She was way ahead of the ship, far down in the water.
Her gills glowed so clearly, she scared many an otter.
The divers tried to follow her, but alas, she went so far.
They can see her glow underwater; she looks like a faraway star.
fleeting glowing life
midnight hour when darkness reigns
fireflies frolicking
bioluminescent light
enchantment not forgotten
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