1) The wind teased the waves, diffracting the civil twilight.
A crimson lily has shed some petals, staining the cobblestone path.
Thoughts meander among memories - a fresh headstone in the lee.
2) The gusty wind teased the waves, diffracting the civil twilight.
A red lily has shed some petals, staining the cobblestone path.
Thoughts meander among memories—a fresh headstone in the lee.
3) The gusty wind teased the waves,
diffracting the civil twilight.
A red lily has shed some petals,
staining the cobblestone path.
The sweeping meanders break free—
a fresh headstone in the lee.
My timid time will be made of many happy hours
if you give me a glinting prism of diffracting glass,
I’ll split the sun’s spectrum in the VIBGYOR colors,
over your dulcet face dawn’s flowing hues will pass.
If you show me in a magical mirror your enticing face,
in the mesmeric motif of my kaleidoscope I’ll see you,
your sweet smile will configure your innate grace,
encased forever in my heart, it’ll always appear new.
Give me a lens of longing that will lovingly magnify
the window of your heart, butterflies can make entry,
where on wings with fresco of my fervor they will fly,
design the perception of your perennial portrait for me.
If you’re in the shadow of my silence, music you’ll hear
the violin of my heart plays when you’re with me close,
songbirds will fly with my love in your sky crystal clear,
for you the tunes of ebullient emotion they’ll compose.
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May 18, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
My time would be made of many happy hours
if you give me a glinting prism of diffracting glass.
I’d split the sun’s spectrum in the VIBGYOR colors,
over your face dawn’s crimson beams would pass.
Show me in a facetted mirror your enticing face,
in my kaleidoscope the alluring motif I’d see you.
Your sweet smile would lace your innate grace,
encased forever in my heart, it’d always be new.
Give me a clear lens of yearning that would magnify
the window of your heart, butterflies could make entry,
where with the pallet full of my ardor they would fly
with my love to make of you a classic portrait for me.
Give me a crystal lens of fervor focusing sharply you
on my unclosed eyes, I’d lose me in realm of reverie,
see your face gleaming in dream all the time anew,
painted to last forever on the canvas of my memory.
Give me your ear for a while, so the music you’d hear
of my heart singing in joy when to me you’re close.
On wings of nightingale love would fly in your sky clear,
for you the melody of ebullient emotion it’d compose.
Posted : July 10, 2019
May 28, 2020
Contest : Favourite Poem From June 2019 Or July 2019
Sponsor : Julia Ward
My time would be made of happy hours
If you give me a prism of diffracting glass
I’d split the sun in shards of VIBGYOR colors
Make the sunrise clouds paint your face.
Give me mirror in a multi-facetted case
I’d see you from all the angles of my space
Your smile would enhance the innate grace
To keep it encased forever in me, I’d try.
Give me a clear lens that would magnify
Window of your mind for a lone butterfly
To enter with my colored heart on the sly
You’d then get painted in all my love’s hue.
Give me a crystal lens that would focus you
On my unclosed eyes, so I’d get to view
In my dream your face all the time anew
Etched to last in memory, a canvas bare.
Give me your ear for once, you’d hear
My heart beating in joy when you’re near
If you let my enthralled bird fly in your air
My time would be made of happy hours.
December 5, 2017.
Ancient hieroglyphs -
pictures of objects
that represented
words and syllables
centuries ago -
Seven hundred
signs (no vowels),
sacred carvings
of old Egypt
Left to right
right to left
or straight down
thoughts like
magic
shown!
Think
ahead
of time
beyond mere
projections
in 3-D
Material
encoded, then
diffracting light -
An image “shone.”
Today’s illusions
on tomorrow’s screens
means special glasses
won’t be required for
modern holograms!
Written May 11, 2016
I have seen the white waves' tears
Falling like the world's regret
Still seeming as though all the years
Were but one beautiful sunset
Ah, I have seen the sea
And I have felt those tears
The tainted, tepid beauty of the years
And I have seen the sun
As I have known the night
The end to what is one within the light
Still have I seen the raindrops' sight
Diffracting into crimson shade
Then evanescing through the night
As life begins to fade