In dreams, I’m where the music plays.
I’m listening to the laughter, like it’s in another room.
My drink is dark, bitter and oaky tasting
and the peanuts taste like soap.
There aren’t any napkins.
Others are lines of light and shadow.
I feel an anxiety that I gnaw on,
like a dog works a bone.
My dream’s conflating memories.
Suddenly Lisa’s there,
she comes up from behind,
“Aww, your tag is sticking out,” she says,
but before she can fix it,
I hear tower bells.
It’s my alarm.
.
.
Webster: Conflate: “to blend or bring together.”
depth of scintillating eyes twitching just to see my barren soul-
your hands MELT over my body as you kiss my somnolent nape;
for my zenith has been met ~ a vestige of your s i l h o u e t t e ~
(embracing evocative dawn before the lithe of dusk)
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Date written - 1.20.20
Arbitrium Divisa 6 Poetry Contest
Date judged - 1.27.20
For the contest - Writing Prompt - Take the Dagger Out Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Dear Heart
You took my hand,
Warm fingers embracing mine.
Leaves of luminescent green formed a canopy above,
While crystalline waters tumbled over rocks
Producing a mellifluous and iridescent display.
Our eyes met,
Love radiating between us.
An evanescent breeze momentarily stirred in the trees,
As if the angels, in anticipation, had drawn near
To bear testimony to the conflating of souls.
You pressed your lips against mine,
Emotions cascaded in ecstasy.
Celestial light, saturated the idyllic paradise
As Mother Nature sighed and the angels rejoiced
At the first kiss.
3rd September 2019
Fact and fiction, abundance and paucity
Vie for space in a world driven insane
Conflating rural life and life in the city
Where dealing, hustling and stealing grow inane
In minds and lives
Caught up in a conundrum
Stabbed and clubbed by knives
To the beat and feet of the drum
Heard in the middle of a night
So dark a stark sentiment
Flies in dyes chosen by the knight
Riding a high horse to the detriment
Of society whose propriety
Draws doubt when ludicrous lips twist and tout
The truth, the naked truth in a variety
Sometimes so convoluted and distorted doubt
Arises at sunup
In the morning when snoring
Faces shake cobwebs to drink from a cup
Teeming with tears at the sound of mourning
Wailing without a sound
Sighing without weeping
Kneeling on surfaces out of bound
As spies make a statement so sweeping
Truth cries
Facts flee from the face of the Earth
As an invisible hand pries
Open a can of worm bereft of any worth.
Rivulet
ripples
mellifluously
surreptitiously
lilt
conflating
into
a
demure
lagoon
Full loving lasting life
lies beyond death,
claims Laotse,
a move beyond Left-brained domination
of ego-languaged self-identity,
choosing, branching, emerging
cosmic co-arising/co-conflating eco-density;
A double-bound timeless invitation
into mutual subsidiarity
of Plan A-Eco/PlanB-Ego resonance,
synergetic resilience.
In this space of unconditional bicameral consciousness
we embrace appositional rhythm
and open systemic dance
of eco-ego's co-arising
and co-exhaling transitions
and trends,
aches
and bends,
with equanimity of compassion,
identifying primarily and primally
with our mind embodied Commons,
this co-gravitational Jordan RiverGround
of BecomingTime with BeingSpace;
Becoming humane healthy
as reverse-mirrored phase
of being inclusively,
polyculturally,
cosmically,
comprehensively wealthy,
co-divinely interdependent
Healthy prime relationship of exceptionless
timeless love-life abundance,
even through death's transition window.
-Sweetness coagulates,
stiffening resolve
to capture fugacious episodes-
Like an unrobed woman,
draped across fractured light,
tempting my skin,
pulsing pheromones across
the peak and troughs of my breath.
Seeping through cracks,
in callow defences, this icon
demands piety –demands satisfaction-
and trapped in allure,
of suggested orgasmic pleasure,
lips part in half-moon smile
of surrender.
Conflating arousal,
staining lips with you,
feed conflagration,
and so satisfy desire.
-memories are deceitful,
each dedicated
to sustaining this addiction-
A poem about candy addiction
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