contrasts
take advantage
of seeming separation
to create images
imaginings of life
and of death and
sometimes the
imagining of the
emptiness of these
contrasts
Scarlet sun peeks through
a slit in darkling storm clouds.
Butterflies go home.
Sky meets sea at plum border
as pink moon trails, in order.
The river flows, and in its twisting
it breaks and rebuilds itself,
a perpetual motion that devours itself
and gives birth to time.
It is night in the heart of day,
light in the depths of darkness,
a fire blazing in the silence of the world,
and there, where shadows gather,
lies the seed of lightning.
Everything sings its opposite:
death shapes form,
life corrodes, only to be reborn.
You, who watch,
do not seek peace in form
but in the wound that breathes,
in the broken harmony
that unites the diverse.
Thus the world exists,
in tension,
in flame,
in the eternal struggle that is a dance,
and never peace.
And yet, all is one.
Neither night nor day,
neither peace nor war,
but the still flow of a meaning
no one can contain.
The world has plunged
into a 9 to 5 horror show.
Fortunately,
Halloween draws near,
a time
when our ‘better angels’
may appear.
My child, a whole day can be quite obstruse
as the trail of moonglow begins to set
lonesome hours could bring you to a realm, with dreamy tales one can never forget.
Though night-moon glimmers in the woods,
every leaf tumbles softly with the winds' howl
where petitions drift along pensive swings of lunar grace, of solace deafening:
Still , be joyful when dawnfall breaks;
sunlight bathes the warm breeze a dazzle, a razzle , a quiver on verdant grass
beguiling every woman and child sweet promise of morn ... and when toil ends , hold that joy in your palm--
for skies bestow peace from grateful hearts.
These keepers-- sun- moon-- become life's harbingers of joy and angst,
until the ticking hours greet near dusk again with an intent wish,
My dear one, it's a prayer of contentment... all these variations rolling , flowing in
just one day.
Thoughts
opaque
yet translucent
positive negative
Night
& day-
Separate
but
intertwined as
one
betwixt
&between-
Timeless
images
once spontaneous
now nuanced
but implicit
immaculate
yet plain-
Chaos
an
an absence
of sounds
sway
back&forth,
in
calm elegance-
Motifs
complex intricate
&multifaceted
become
simple yet
extraordinarly
minimalistic
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intuitive
enthralling
with the startlin
discoveringstartling
of
commonality
paired together
receptive
&
so highly
esoteric
& radiant
a mystical theosophy
developing
exceptional
possibilities
of
controversial comparisons
yet
is profound
tactful
with
considerations
tinged
in an elegiac
mood
juxtaposed
individuality
unfurled
in
inscrutable
mysterious
shadows
marks
the sense
of being
in
magnificent
rectilinear
strokes
marvellous
engrossing
& illuminating
throughout
the
mind
& consciousness
in
the
mystery journey
so
wondrous
to fascinate
the lyricism
in
the complexity
of time
light
&space
a moody spring day
the clouds cover the city
the sun keeps shining
Do we need all we buy
Or buy what we need
Those in need cannot afford
To be greedy
When they have mouths to feed
Babies crying
Old folks dying
Of the lack of food
All decaying
Bills need paying
The fire needs some wood
Mum is sneezing
Grandpa is wheezing
Dad is not looking good
Got no wages
It's been ages
Since he had a job
He does odd jobs now
As much as time will allow
To earn a few bobs.
Woman passes
Wearing sunglasses
Fashioned by the best
Bulgari Flora
You can be sure
They're more expensive than the rest.
Louis Vuitton
Parisien suit on
Her stilettos are handmade
She has a taste for champagne,
Not cordial or lemonade.
Her hair and makeup faultless
If slightly overdone
She is greedy and thoughtless
And competes with everyone
It is all she lives for
She adores
Her life of luxury
She doesn't acknowledge the poor
Why, on earth, should she?
Cultures may vary,
as vultures soar on high.
Deceitful ones carry
faux perceptions as they cry.
But across all these
humanity’s deep characteristics
refuse to be as hidden fleas.
Instead with camera precision, all clicks.
One humanity woven together –
strengths, weaknesses, all bound
with common needs and hopes, rather
looks toward a renewed ground.
Consider. A different harvest grows,
where invigorating wind refreshes.
where the memory of war slows.
We awaken. And as one, onward presses.
what i say about Tim
Extends to Solemn Kim
Starting with moustache grim
and two eyes oddly dim;
Two Voices for God’s Hymn
Happy to uplift Him….
But I think Tim is slim
And Kim rather The Plim,
Tim following his whim
Prepared to challenge Kim
And even rubbish him!
Kim fills cups to their brim
And Tube judges by Rim,
Tim, The One who can skim
And comprehensions trim…
So, they also contrast,
When one lets one’s look last.
night sky fades one star at a time ~ from horizons the giant one climbs
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CONTRASTS
a sense
of grandeur &
substance
sweetness
sophistication
encountering
&
presented
well
so very
stirring
a conundrum
to grapple with
pendants
irregular
floating
ethereal
their
lyrical
brilliance
cloud-like
layered
pleasingly intense
&extraordinary
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The Gorse and Broom now spread a cloth of gold
Robe hillside thus in pristine Spring apparel
With garlands: snowy white, hedgerows enfold
Paired birds that now reprise their joyful carol
Would other realms then imitate this scene
As wheel of life returns the sun in faith
Casts solace to a world in want of dreams
To warm the heart and bless us with God’s Grace
Yet guns and missiles spread a cloth of fire
Fair fabrics torn cross land of golden grain
Now menaced by an evil onslaught dire
Recycled old ambitions gone insane
Pray sacred wheel of fortune lift this bane
Bring Spring of peace and justice to Ukraine
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