in the twilight zones
of the ocean
you will find me
dimly lit from within
for camouflage, for
spotting those I fear
would steal my hazy glow
I am surrounded by
others who linger here,
half-blind, swimming aimlessly,
waiting for the brightness
that never comes
would that I could rise up
out of this doltish,
bathypelagic state,
break through the water’s skin,
glistening, luminous
with coruscated beauty
but the only hands extended
draw me deeper,
into the benthic sea,
where I lie, unmoving,
amongst the creatures
who make their own deceptive light
and fear the sun’s
clear gaze
Categories:
coruscated, anxiety, depression, fear, mental
Form: Free verse
After a rainy night,
The sun rose shining bright.
Tree leaves coruscated,
And luxuriant turf covered the vale.
How sweet the grass so full of dew.
Birds left their nooks,
Twittering around the skies
How dazzling the vale
Reflecting a glorious sight.
A small rill tumbled down
The rugged hill tumbling over smooth pebbles.
Mossy growths sparkled
With ferns and silverweed now sprouted new.
Categories:
coruscated, beautiful, mom, rain,
Form: Free verse
- *
Vivid*
*
*__)(__*
Flashes ***””” of “””*** Lights
gleaming
Sparkle *******__)so(___ *******Bright
^
A
Lovely
Beacon
of light
You are the
scintillating
one that shines
Emitting your
beams throughout
the foggy night… Flashing
your bright signals; in order to bring
boater’s, fishermen and soldiers
Safely home from the rocky seas.
Coruscated : to give off or reflect bright beams or flashes of light. to emit vivid
flashes of light; sparkle; scintillate; gleam
Categories:
coruscated, art, caregiving
Form: Shape
Solvent light diminishes metaphorical seconds,
wiping them with a blur–a stroke–a motion,
challenging the wings of emotion to pulse and live,
To etch and carve something in a flight of furor,
in a whirlwind haze of hapless thoughts in apropos.
A sound made in arresting touches of flesh on plastic
and in the vestige of fifty-five words per minute
I listen to the swift, cool rush of bodiless thoughts;
formed, reformed; given unto the cerulean glow,
like an offering of the internal to the exponential.
Ripped from juxtaposition and highlighted in blue,
a shadow morphs into absently coruscated fog,
crystalized in the act of inciting jubilant ruminations.
A cackle amidst a gaggle of jabbering voices,
and jovial extractions alight succulent glows of nascence.
He is born.
My twin sired with the conscious decision to smile whilst I type
and in the glow, he is pressed–animated–on the wall,
like a moving hypothesis for the enigmatic muse.
Dancing like figments in the light of imagination,
he sits as I do; enfolded in the cerulean glow that refreshes and renews.
Categories:
coruscated, computer-internet, imagination, introspection, on
Form: Free verse