Within this sanctum
of breath and bone—
ten trillion anchorites
mimic their devotions.
Bacteria threading
blood’s vermilion rivers
braiding holy water
into the cathedral
of now.
Their alchemy transmutes
starlight
into the wine of existence—
decanted
from Orion’s mythical vine.
Viruses—
those threshold wraiths
between being
and unbeing—
inscribe new verses
in the living gospel
of our chromosomes.
Fungi a cappella
in mycelial tongues
through marrow’s moaning chambers
decomposing resurrection
from each small death
we die.
We are not hosts—
but cantatas
still composing themselves
in light.
Each cell—
a verse rehearsing resurrection.
Hark:
your pulse conducts
this unseen choir
where mortal breath
becomes immortal song.
And in this sacrosanct
communion of kingdoms,
we learn
we were never “I”—
but a constellation of prayers:
timeless,
boundless—
Bacteria
Viruses
Fungi
Me—
becoming
one.
Wan is the hiemal world outdoors,
The biting breeze blows bitter,
like a blizzard building in momentum,
Cold creeps in through the closed windows,
But his harmonic heart is happy and warm,
touched by tantalizing tingles of tender tunes.
~ silent violins play violet symphonies ~
The mystery of mauve melodies mesmerise his mind,
as he is lost within his mellifluous macrocosm;
Intoxicated with invigorating inspirations,
he experiences euphonious euphoria,
Forgetting the frost and frozen fingertips,
he hums sweet sonatas in the making.
~ soothing arias arouse amethyst emotions ~
A string of soft heliotrope strains
brush away the brumal brutality,
And even as the notes swell, they quell the chill,
The warbling waves wind up in a waltz,
resonating sizzling rhythms all around the room;
Content with cantatas serenading magenta Maestoso.
~ lilac lyrics light up lavender legacies ~
Operetta
Opaline arias glow in moonlight
Shimmers in the whip-poor-will’s reminisce,
Opalescent anthems silvery delight
On the still waters, moonbeams leave a kiss.
Iridescent serenade sonatas
Echo across sleek undulating swells
Choruses of nightingale cantatas
Rise up in sheer murmurs from argent wells
Midnight luminescent harmony blends
Overtures of plaintive loon duets
Glide over satin ripples to transcend
The song of hero and saucy coquette
In tranquility soft moonlit scenes close
Midnight’s operetta in dawn’s repose.
Mystical labyrinth of twisting harmonic warnings
Gazing into infinity’s composing handiwork –
Moonbeams in silver sung sonatas –
Ivory hued cantatas resolved from heart pacing crescendos
Spring’s soothing birdcalls after tympanic thunder.
Measured tempos of rhythms search for their time signature
As aching melodies in moveable feasts of swans
Search for resolutions in atonal firebird tango ballads
Through classical dusty suites of western legends
Not losing pitch or tripping over downbeats.
Too many notes squeeze into four square spaces
When magic flutes songs soar over seraglio dreams
Imperial marches set imprisoned phrasing free with fanfares
And close encounters of key notes discard dissonance
Seeking rhapsody in hues of blue.
Plaintive and joyful - hopeful and merciful -
Healing rhythms inspired from the eternal melody,
A lost chord to haunt then heal the midnight heart
All arranged in one accord from the Master’s apprentices
To rest in finality of one trailing echo of waltzing river.
The winter brings short, frigid days,
but we can find so much to praise
when sun’s bright and the redbird sings.
Short, frigid days, the winter brings.
December’s here with plans in tow
for Christmas feasts, tree lights that glow,
cantatas, carols, fireside cheer.
With plans in tow, December’s here.
On New Year’s Day, I celebrate.
Like others, I anticipate
great blessings. I rejoice and pray.
I celebrate on New Year’s Day.
A special time for valentines
comes next with chocolates and wines,
red roses, and romantic rhyme~~
for valentines, a special time.
With season’s end, March makes the scene.
We start to see some blooms and green.
Four times per year, two seasons blend.
March makes the scene with season’s end.
January 27, 2023
January 29, 2023
entered in the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 26 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
MUSIC
M -elody's moonbeams
U-nleash silver sonatas
S -erenades soft dreams,
I-vory hued cantatas,
C-hords shimmer harmonic themes
5-17-21
Contest" Tankacrostic
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Bach Cantatas in a morning rise
Allegro adagio crescendo
Violin serenades on moon lit tides
Scared of you, lost in you
You make my heart shudder
Life is different with you
Trusting again is hard
My heart learning to sing
Slowly, you make me feel whole
Your symphony touches my soul
I love the sights and sounds of Christmastime.
The gifts, bright decorations, scrumptious meals,
cantatas, carolers--all are sublime,
all integral to how this season feels.
To nurture Christmas thoughts throughout the year,
I play my jolly carols in July.
In March I may pen lines on Christmas cheer,
a wondrous season’s gift we cannot buy.
The Christmas spirit is remarkable,
too sweet and wonderful to be confined
to late December, far too magical
to relish briefly—then just leave behind.
The Christmas mindset thrives in many hearts
long after that grand holiday departs.
December 13, 2018, entered in John Hamilton's Super Sonner Contest
Placed 9th
Awaiting your smile
A dark and gloomy morning
sits outside my window
as my horizon awaits your smile,
so another wonderful
spring day can begin
where meadowlarks sing
dawning cantatas
and morning glories
open their azure eyes
seeking the perfect beauty
that I do…you
Good morning Soupers
His music, written centuries ago,
is still beloved and performed today:
cantatas, fugues, concertos, preludes, and
the mass in B – perhaps the greatest piece
of choral music ever to have been
composed. From soaring tones, the voices build
a sound cathedral, reaching to the sky.
The crucifixion’s deep despair and then
the resurrection’s radiant joy resound
and touch the audience and the singers deep
within their inner human core and heart –
the miracle of music that transcends
the times. Immortal is the master’s work.
2/22/2017
For contest: Form I with a Theme
Sponsored by: Broken Wings