The landscape of nightfall
explodes with rosette vines,
peeping through a collage of hues where
gatherings of blooms dwell. Almost serene,
I inhabit my soul ready to inhale
the radiance of dusk: of how a world
in my own inner terrain reflects
the ceremonials of lilting grass...
and how this ambrosial instance
can transcend the lightness of space--
this unseen Hand painting the brushwork
of lush fields cerulean and glowing
mixed with holy water and the Self,
that alone yet whole... heaven gifts me peace.
Written 5/15/2019 for William Kekaula
Epic Ethereal Editor Contest
Categories:
ceremonials, creation, inspirational,
Form: Imagism
He made a paper Arc de Triomphe,
And the horses went through one by one
Paper clouds were in the sky
No ceremonials at this Arc,
And the horses went bare back, seeming
The paper clouds, they had no sun
No tourists at this Arc,
Not even Japanese with cameras tuned...
Just a paper Arc for no one's Joan
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4/3/2015
Contest - 1-10 lines, Old or New
Sponsor - Rick Parise
6th place win in this Premiere Contest
Featured poem of the week
commencing 4/15/2018
Categories:
ceremonials, imagination, paris,
Form: Free verse
Fluted hands angle on knees as glimpses
sort the knitted threads of a late afternoon
where gathering of blooms abide.
Almost friendless, a man inhabits his space
ready to inhale the waft of new dusk,
of how a world in his inner terrain mirrors
the ceremonials of a mindful passage
upon grasses and half-lit windows
outside the self.
And through a prayerful instance,
he connects with a god hushing the tempo
of sighs mixed with incense blowing, as if
to twirl in an air of breaths cleansing
the scabs of trespasses. Miles of babel words
turn into a different language: quite unknown
and understood only by him who finds
contentment in being unbound ,of gliding
above a haloed sky that reflects the movement
inside his awakened essence.
For the atonement of all misgivings,
he releases his pride in layers
of deep confession to pay for his karmic debt;
that in a warm communion with humility
he makes amends for life's consequences
as stillness becomes his friend.
Anthony Slausen's Karma
Categories:
ceremonials, introspection,
Form: Free verse