OVERALL CONTRASTS
apparently
wide-ranging
individually
cited
academics
to
help
stimulate
brilliantly
coloured
fringes
&
delicate
shadowed
novel
studies
attractively
revealing
powerful
&
enthusiastic
fascinations
Writing we learn,
Poetry is innate --
Writing has rules --
Poetry a more
Spiritually ticked
Hot-wire of ambient
Expression --
Writing explains
And tunes the body
Ego --
Poetry spit-shines the
Soul….
EARLIER CONTRASTS
anticipated
exuberance
subtle
objective
expectations
with
a
sense
of
scale
affording
reminiscences
in
restless
echos
hallmarked
imagings
EMBODIED CONTRASTS-:-
demand
shadowed
shaped
whispered
portents
in a SENSE OF PLACE
towering
threatening
unrestrained
complicated
awareness
from TIME TO TIME
confirmed
pressure
overcomes
creative
identity
I am so blessed
I have lived such a life
Sure there's been bad times
Periods of trouble and strife
But why would I let these moments
So petty in the length of living
Fill up and torture my mind
When the rest of existence so giving
The places I've been
The things I have done
The love I've experienced
Under stars and bright sun
The things I've been gifted
The knowledge I've learnt
The people I've loved
Into my heart it's all burnt
Into a thing of beauty
A carving of art
Etched into my soul
And into my heart
But true art need contrast
The darkness in parts
To highlight the bright spots
Of the painting in our hearts
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
WORDLESS POETRY
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CONTRASTS
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?
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