Diffuse Poems

Catastrophic Fuse

I am so inflamed a blizzard is falling,
every toxin taken in I’ve been stalling. 
Ice rains as magma plows the ground,
a lethal storm arrives without a sound. 

Laying the land to waste in an instant,
it is best to let a disaster stay dormant. 
There’s nothing to grasp once it is loose,
you touched off a catastrophic fuse. 

Weather you could never prepare for,
should have thought about that before.

With fury next to impossible to diffuse, 
be careful the words that you choose.
This pattern of rage is not intermittent,
it will do what it does never quite spent. 

Frozen daggers wield a temper unbound
such icy eyes a Cat 6 is now crowned.
Uncontrolled smite is now overflowing
devastation is all that is left standing. 

Lookingglass

Plain bronze frame,
warped oval glass,
a flea market find,
a lead-laced history of light.

Gazing into it,
he sees a mind picturing -

a boy and girl on a park bench,
the boy is looking at his boots
his legs swing back and forth.

He is falling in love.

The glass bubbles, diffuse facets
blur their far-away faces.

Two souls, both sealed
in a lost reflection of time,
yet even now
reaching through
an old man’s looking glass
to glisten upon a teardrop.

BLACK WALLING

I see your eyes glaze
Like a haze
Upon your vision
As I near
I can clearly hear
Derision

Malice would have me
Open wide and engage
Try to diffuse your rage
Against all that is pure
The resilience to endure
Every flip of the page

     ~In The Book~

In presence, I rise
Past all that would slay
Declare Vindication Day
I stand as the tide roars
All the weight of fear, trying to bore 
Holes in the offerings I pray

....but this time
............this time.......I stay....grounded

Every adversary I meet
The black mirror greets
With grace to see
All the smudges of mud
Cows chewing the cud
And the sting of the bee

Rejected without value
Disgusting, gaunt, shallow
No depth to root
The part of growing
No beauty wants showing
Is the fertilizer that made the fruit

...golden...

Written by Trudy Schrader on 07-12-2025

Fulcrum Of A Rose

Line of Inquiry
 - track where lies the fulcrum of the fragrance of a rose, then likewise find within, your soul.


People murmured, she’s the rose among the thorns
When they saw me playing with my brothers, not alone
Same line was heard more often around
When I raced with little boys, just to get a crown.

Then, I always sang the prayer song of my mother
Asking God to make me grow and bloom like flower
I felt God’s abundant care as my bud bloomed
Into a rose in my community started from home.

As first child and single rose who’d dawned so early
Petals’ exquisite hue displayed more prominently
As floral leaf burgeoned, sprawled... satiated their eyes
My doubt on fragrance, can they smell or feel me inside?

Then, I sang my own prayer song with fervor in my room
Asking God to help me track, diffuse my fragrance’s fulcrum
After a  while, I felt God’s unceasing light and reply:
My child, my love's generosity with joy's in your soul, shine, emit, fly.

Point Of No Return

We spend the hours in tinge of pale
There's no tenderness quite right--
And  more hazy moments prevail
Growing dimmer like snuffed twilight.

Although he's near  the inky hues
Splatter into unanswered coos:
While this pained heart bears all
To feel his cold of whispers diffuse.

Shall we grate hours in tinge of pale?
This time...  let me request,
The tiny stars to dart away
Beyond the ridge of moonlit crest.

My  longing hands  and warm embrace 
Can't fill his icy space ---
How one-way is ardor's mantra
Point of no return... I'm out of grace.

Time

MOON sequins in horizon diffuse
MORN sky radiates shifting hues
BORN of rays of the rising sun
BURN as the spent day is done
TURN of time wheel ruffles scene
TORN is the fabric of diurnal screen

Descent and Ascent

On an as is where is basis we tread, 
Tempted take a plunge into lust and desires, 
A descent of soul into illusions so persuasive, 
Wrapped in the veil of the world's pretense. 

Through shadows of matter, we stumble and strain, 
Chasing illusions, forgetting the pain. 
Yet whispers of truth, like a soft-spoken muse, 
Sing through the silence, their light to diffuse. 

And so we ascend, from the depths to the skies, 
Bearing love’s cross, where true wisdom lies. 
Higher than heights we once dared to dream, 
Carving a path through life's shifting stream. 

Truth won’t descend to meet the lowly vale, 
It bids us rise where courage must prevail. 
Through shadowed paths and cliffs that pierce the skies, 
We climb to where eternal wisdom lies. 

Each fall a lesson, each rise a grace, 
A spiral of growth in this infinite space. 
For in the descent, we learn to align, 
With the call of the heart, both human, divine. 

Radhika Teacher

Rare to see a beautiful soul like her who is
Aglow inside out, admirable and amiable. A teacher so
Dedicated, for us students who seek music, she is
Humble, hospitable, affectionate and compassionate. 
In times of stress from humdrum of life, her music class is the
Key to unlock the door to a verdant idyll of peace where
A symphony of harmonious notes bloom and waft in air like

The sweet aroma of hope that pure fresh jasmines diffuse. 
Ever smiling and cheerful, my teacher welcomes us to the class
And along with her, we drift across unexplored realms of music. A
Child-like innocence and a winsome smile adorns her graceful face. 
How blessed am I to be her student, I thank God from my heart. An
Epitome of kindness, she showers her blessings to all. Our dear
Radhika teacher, we adore you forever for your steadfast love!

dawn

light unveils dawn

lovely dreams fly

rays diffuse warmth


Place : 1st

DECIDUOUS

     Leaves leave deciduous trees in the Fall.
     continue shedding at its earliest.
      Festival on completion of harvest.
       Azure sky ready for Autumn to call.
      Maple , apple, cherry, pear, oak as seen
      to conserve water at Winter - crisis.
      needed by them for photosynthesis.
     shedding leaves at end of growing season 
  
     Diffuse-porous wood anatomy owned,
      these trees using  proteins stored in roots.   
     and inner bark from last year's foliage
     as  nitrogen source for new leaves be grown.
     Nascent leaves are retrieved by getting boost.
    Deciduous trees have normal storage.
     
     

    

Death Dance

Each day we wake up with grace
We know not how the day will end
We walk by death time and time again 
Unaware of our feet in quick sand

Some of us slowly sink in
Unaware we don’t fret or worry
Some of us are acutely conscious 
That we sink and move in various ways 
Perhaps quickening deaths grip
Perhaps not if one believes in destiny 

We have various choices challenges that 
Grab our focus and like hocus Pocus 
Our death dance is transformed
Do you waltz beautifully to the music
Do you sing along and try to diffuse it’s sting
Do you embrace and trace your steps
As the death rattle settles in your chest
And fastens like a lead violet vest

Embracing the best and lovingly dressed life dreams
Bubbling upon the quicksand like a silver sonnet
How do we know enough about it to fear
What if the other side is more clear and honest 
We all sink in quicksands of life and perhaps
It is the only worthy way to have lived
So put on your best dancing shoes
Lace them up with love 
And strut your stuff

Poetic Ashes

Who will tend the fire when I am gone
Roll softening embers into flame-less dreams
Set tinder-like thought a-flicker
Ignite the force of building passion
Contain and shape its form
Lest smoke diffuse its truth
Who will share the essence of the flame
When I have faded into ash

Heart gentle eye mindful

Ideality; the quality of being ideal.
That’s what I mean when I say ‘My heart
Resonates with gentle colours of feathers while
My eye is cautious of twigs with thorns and twigs 
With small glints of flames on the tips of their fingers.

Once or twice, I step and skip on stepping stones
And thrice or quartz, the rocks swim gently in my ears.
Three times at night, they whisper, “Are you living up to the 
Ideal?”, and twice every Autumn chair, they sleep and 
Diffuse their tiny scents and speckles of crumbs 
Outside my bedroom, and outside the red front door.’

I don't communicate, adna

Why are you touching every of my things though?
Don't dare to touch my schoolbook.
Don't dare to touch my tests.
Don't dare to have a look at them.
Why didn't you ask?
Because if you would've asked, ..
But your sight was not facing me, 
directed on my belongings.
But adna if you knew,..
Why didn't you change at all?
I always knew you were such an stubborn.
No wonder I lost feelings.
How I hate our instincs.
I saw you just going on with your work and cheating on the book because of being lazy.
All what came out of your mouth came out like 
like a 
Threat.
,,Don't cheat! Learn, don't listen to him"
Does she, does she want to give me the book though?
But what does she mean I wanted to,...
,,No, adna, he wanted to ask for my book"
For..for yours?
Why
Oh
,,He has a book here already, you can keep it" 
Sh7t
My damn eyes, I tried not to look at you
but you smiled again from the side
To diffuse
Tension

Your silence caught me out of guard

,,whose book is it? 
Hmm, what's with asking?" 
Another day were reality slaps right into my face.
And leaves a deep, regeretting remark.
Your smile doesn't face me, 
it faces the book.
It's not an: ,,I find it amusing", one.
I know how you look when you are embarassed.
You always don't look at me in the eyes and smile, 
when you try, 
to diffuse 
tension.
What are you scared of? 
I used to be, 
no, not scared, 
I used to be gentle
trying to be gentle to you.
Definetly my loudness, 
openness*, or my extravagantness*, 
or maybe I need to just admit that I've gotten louder, 
because now It's not me blushing every once you look at me and suddenly the air looks nice, 
no it's you looking all the way around to try to find
An 
Escape.

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