Song Of Songs 6:5a: Turn your eyes from me; they overwhelm me.
EXOTICA-SOUL
Like a violent storm in a glass jar,
your eyes dazzle —
in wonderment my cheeks swell
morphing into the color of a pink sunset
and my lashes cover my eyes.
I sigh and my heart beats against
the shores of my jugular, wrists,
behind my diamondiferous ears.
Yet your eyes pierce through the curtain
of my shrouded irises,
and deeper still
studying me,
drawing out the Tyrian purple passion
that you desire to include
in your exotica-soul.
What rapture will we unleash together —
I’m excited but afraid,
yet your strong and gentle palm
embraces the curve of mine
with confidence. . .
I steal a look into my future groom;
I’m doomed to love him —
crimson, like dawn, warms my insides. . .
unabashed, unafraid.
7/14/2019
SPRING COVERLET
The coverlet with daisy print and leaves
And rolling hills like eyes of deepest green.
The depth of blue in skies of sunny zest
Bless musicality of trumpet sleeves.
The day strong shouts - a blanket sage of shine
With diamondiferous embrace of stars.
The mammillary clouds drop leaking rain
And luscious berries birth forth ruby wine.
The quilting zig zag of the center planes,
Artistic stitch of patriotic wheat,
A queen atop a float of rosy jewels,
The splash of hands and feet in soaking rains.
The rocking of an evening chair on porch
And warming of her knees with handkerchief.
The full Spring moon wide smiles and lightens chores
As rails age-creak and grandpa lights the torch.
6/13/2018
~ Frost
by
design
~ delicate,
crafted in the night,
dainty — like lacy handiwork
~ inspirational, like twisted wire, a story told —
details meted out behind heaven’s door, with peculiarities that we adore
~ O
please
inspect
windowpane
crystalline effects ~
~ seraphic white silver and gold —
the finest craftsmanship, twisted with Eden’s treasure ~
filigree beads of angelic hoary-breath, reminders of the invisible God
~ Rime
clings
to soil,
inspired world —
embraced by cold hands ~
fragile tendrils spread like ivy,
intricate cherubic smithing — like spider webbing,
subtleties sensational, O how it sparkles ~ seasonal diamondiferous earth
1/24/2018
The Magic Of Three
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Fibonacci (8 lines) x 3 = 24 lines(pattern- 1 1 2 3 5 8 13 21 syllables)
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