a mystic poetess in her thought patterns
of iambic heartbeats, makes new rhythms
with a symphony...joy and pain in cadence.
in her confetti of stars moonbeams cadence
caressing love in ivory and ebony patterns
perforated feelings careen melodic rhythms
in her sonnets, words entice in rhythms
lovebird's lyrics drift in endless cadence
cratered lands embellish crystallic patterns
Catharsis traces passionate patterns of rhythms in cadence.
Categories:
crystallic, poetry, poets,
Form: Tritina
Once ...
Yes, once, but not now ...
I am not IN the world anymore -
so far gone, is that state of quixotic and callow carelessness ...
not the age, not the cluster-freak of hormones,
but the crystallic condition of constant, total amazement
that shot through my neurons like sal volatile.
Three lifetimes away, it waves at me,
across a bog of black, boiling bitterness and escape.
I am an eel in a condom, slipping through a murk of subsistence,
without a passion or pain or pounded fist ...
praying to god-like phantoms,
screaming my lungs in utter silence,
for one precious moment
of real life.
Categories:
crystallic, analogy, confusion, depression, hope,
Form: Free verse
Snow white crystallic beauty sparkling
the light shines like a diamond pricless
For you are not to be mimicked
Unique beauty this I admire truly
Lightly prancing you leave my soul dancing
Shining spinning in this winters light
Fall on me snow ever softly and light
Winter morning I delight
Capture your beauty for this moment daunting
ever so haunting your memory captured
Whirling in wintry rapture
Romancing my soul soft crystallic snow...
Categories:
crystallic, seasons, beauty, beauty,
Form: Romanticism