Edgeless Poems | Examples

Snow Clock

Under streetlights
In the silence of snow
I am back when my breath was last this loud

Electric

You tug at my t shirt with your left hand and your nails graze my skin 
Our pupils dilate, distending out to greet each other in a grotesque bridge of wet, dripping, obsidian flesh
So I feel like a black hole
I am a focus as intense as a drug
A rip on the edge of an edgeless sky
And we are all consuming
And we are almost one.

Sometimes 
I wish it wasn’t this way, where I am a clock-watcher, and I glance up to see the hands always aligned. 
And so where are we without an endless pull?
Without 12:30?
Without a 12:01?
The clock is broken
Or time has stopped
And it is stale
Or I am stale
Or we are stale

Swarming Highland

Written: November 06, 2023
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A swarm of herring gulls amassed
Nexus Nautilus nabbed by zealous winds,
whitening the black soil
we hold spears in our hands.
blood-stained thorns on the side
sullen squawks a skirmishing sporophyte,
dubious, grayish rumors must be buried
drave in a drizzle, drape to deities.

Installation of sentry fences
Sisyphean stones
anchor down using seal and string
flaws in the swings used by blacksmiths
Unborn burning bullion bludgeon
Savage sunless swords embryonic
Edgeless, with no reflections.

Each peak over the Edenic Steppes is sprayed,
using torn paper candles as bait
climbing scaffolds with lumber rungs
pounding of leather-heavy boots
darkened, grimacing features
Flocks failing feathers or flight.

Our hold slips on windswept
Windswept updrafts carry us away
as offspring of the royal family.

An Ember's Light Amid the Frost

Forget those words, cold, distant calls
Penned to lead you o’er the falls
Toward blank white emptiness below

Hush now, your gurgled snarl
vile drool of fettered rage
Your words have not yet come of age

Yet they burn in flameless fire
Purging all but one desire
One word, that word, that perfect tone

Leave it there, a diamond lost,
Upon the edgeless yellow page
An ember’s light amid the frost

Self-Existent Light

Self-Existent Light

Beyond the sight of imagination,
 Invisible of alpha and omega,
Unseen your non-existent borning daystar 
Glory and splendor collide,
 Pure sinew of sublimity
  Source of ceaseless heartbeats
Flame without source,
Robed in resplendence.

No vacuum!
 No space for ebony!
  No consummation!
   No cradle!
  .
Divine edgeless clarity
 Perpetual renewal of resplendence -
 Wholeness illuminated,
   Spring of radiance
Eternity’s original mystery 
 Needing neither tinder nor spark
Light – essence of the Eternal
 Eternally coupled fission and fusion.

Fleshless eternal incandescence
 Uncontainable virginal day
Infinite dynamo of electric brightness,
 Ceaseless and incorruptible,
Self-contained chalice
 Of always, 
Chrysalis of incensed endless fuel
Shines from within Perfection.

Pure light
 Pure love
  Pure font
   Undimmed Eternal   

6-8-23
Contest: Self-Existent Light
Sponsor:  Unseeking Seeker

Across Realms

Across Realms

Across vast realms
Where clouds collide
Like scarred chariots
In rush hour traffic
Storms boil over
Fed by fiery wombs of dawn’s inferno 
With flames of sunrise fire,  
As thrashing rain
Plants rainbow seeds
In metaphoric soils
To harvest far flung sunbows 
From cerulean fields.

Sun and storm wedded
Hopefulness 
Whispers 
A haunting covenant
Drenched by hues of hope 
Shielded by the sun.

Binding misty edges
Of edgeless domains
Revelations 
In beatific splendor soar
Kaleidoscopic pergolas 
Highlight sky bound wings
Tinted by ethereal arches 
When shimmering puddles
Unfold across Heaven’s doorstep
Across realms 
Bathed in mystic grandeur.

5-2-23
Contest: This or That
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh

Theme Chosen:  Across Realms

Across Realms

The years had crossed the realms
Of reason’s need
Worn away its edgeless boundaries
Bent the trees against the winds
of current trends.
Old shadows of the giants
Hide now in cloudless caves
Their children waving sticks
Pretending they are brave
Look for one to take the helm
And sail across realms dream.


©5/1/2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 36 – Poetry Contest
Edward Ibeh

Inklings

They are the “inklings”
Of a thought
Taking form
Faint etchings
Slowly scrawled
Scratched out
Born again
In halting hope.

A matrix of dots
Roaming an arid plain
Searching
For shape, form
and purpose
constrained
within edgeless boundaries.

Inklings,
Children of thought
Feeding on the rootless
Scrub grass
Of ancient strictures
Smearing their frustrations
On the castle walls.

John G. Lawless
©4/12/2023

Dazzle

Thunder drops a huge boulder of sound.
CRASH.
Count...1 & 2 & 3
FLASH.
brain tremors oscillate fright waves!

Is that my face in the sky?
What took my picture
as I looked into those lit-up eyes?

Could it be?
No,
I'm still here aren't I?
The deaf hear my heart-beats don't they?

Dogs bark on an edgeless periphery.

Go home draw what you did not see -
or did you?

Bruising Words

Words too often have rough edges,
bloody histories,
lines more defined
than relentlessly imaged cliffs,
worshipping sacred sunlight shades
of high hazards

Coveted risks
more than needed opportunities
to hard wall wail against wild creations
unmoved by words
without animated calling
longing
belonging
or wooing wilderness

Offending worded weapons
seducing well-schooled tools

Sounds with edges
and without

Opening and closing
edgeless sighing pause

Slowly awaiting surf's slow 
slurried
soft 
slavish turn
to reach for shores
absorbing thoughtless
sand-grained
edges.

Freedoms Chords

Who would lend their essence to such words
Uncrumple them ‘midst fading sense of truth
Sharpen dull edgeless rusting swords.

Shouted once from blood stained creaking boards
Muttered by those grown “long in the tooth”
Who would lend their essence to such words

Whisper calls from echoless fjords
Spur the interest of our failing youth
Sharpen dull edgeless rusting swords

Challenge them to run - not from - but toward
A passion that would brand them as uncouth
Who would lend their essence to such words

Reweave them as a fire, incite the hoards
Nurture the subtleties taking root
Sharpen dull edgeless rusting swords

Re-sound the growing call of freedom’s chords
Deny the tyrants reign of spurs and boots
Who would lend their essence to such words
Sharpen dull edgeless rusting swords.


©2/26/2022

AN ORIGINAL VILLANELLE CONTEST 
Sponsor – L Milton Hankins

I Watched You Eat Your Cotton Candy

I watched you slowly disappear
pacing restlessly back and forth
warbling off-key through the
woozy blackness of a day

I watched you glide upwards
through the slender keyholes
quivering and sun-cloaked
towards the edgeless seasons

I watched you unfurl with rapture
rummaging the vast firmament
ill-famed for your cinder face
corralled and vaulted

I watched you smile in epoxy
at every wake and burial
you made weather off your skin
mostly smooth and neon-colored

I watched you sink in every rivulet
amidst the mountain ridges
and your incandescent eyelashes
creeping upon the timid animals

I watched you blast off to nowhere
becoming a zero, a ransacked town
only a replica of your blank self
a free sacrifice to destroyers

I watched you eat your cotton candy
heading home to fictive horizons
your limbs so flabby and tired
your eyes full of dismissal

The Size of a Moan

aah…
you say
a tensed note  
almost unheard
but in that one moan
time comes to a standstill
for rapture forgets the past
needs no future to give it hope
it simply is, expands, fills, abducts
takes us to an edgeless place and beyond

Red

from afar, leaves like uncounted catatonic fires  
huddled close
pinned to the chill air

a pointillist’s love affair with a hundred shades of red

the ground is a fresh wound, edgeless 

a breeze worries the boughs 
stokes the hanging flames into quivering  
crimsons 
scarlets 
vermilions 
renegade ambers

a slow burn resumes

accompanied by a susurrus of sighs 
a dirge for a season

and the summer sky, now turned slate,
is cremated

Beasts of Wild Amber

WE SIT and watch our amber tigers
beautifully silent now, their stripes gone, however
they lie by the bedside in their fleeting splendour
with the serenity of heaven’s blue
a reminder of heartbreak on a wedding day
an image of awakening
I think that they’re dying.

WE REFUSED an invitation to a banquet 
in a tortoise shell and performance of a terminal dancer
and rather stayed in our kingdom of dust
our souls of smoke and honeydew rust
we keep singing the quivering minstrel songs
my mind a wharf boat of crystallite sorrow
yours a dreggy wine of oriental ruby.

WE, THE CYNICS of highest magnitude
thirsty dogs by the desert fountain 
you’re the aquaphobic mermaid, ironically
I’m your prismatic platypus in love
an albino condemned to walk the snowy lands
edgeless and sweet in their vanilla flavor
but some days it feels so strange.

WE CAME here alone and will go alone
and most likely fall into oblivion
together like mythical corsair galleys
sailing by the craggy forelands
we’ll hold our cold hands and we’ll hope and hope
to hear that familiar wild wild roar
and catch a glimpse of our majestic beasts.

Thought Springs From Winter's Dreams

Thought Springs from Winter’s Dreams
Written By Brett Somers
2-20-17

Times are rolling.
Focused, pleased with the world indeed.
When Winter whispers, “Spring is near,”
Mind disperses, 
Heart expands,
As the warm gusts float in. 
And with breath exhaled,
Time begins a stagnant stop.
That which was withheld-in, begins, 
To drop.
Trickle of Spring. 
A leak from Winter’s wintering.
As condensed thought,
From frozen Winter,
Begins to rot.
Winters frozen icicle,
By clearer direction it points.
But in every direction Spring will be,
Transforming solid ice into an edgeless sea.

And so with Spring, it is also with me.
On this first Spring day,
My thoughts are dissipating.
Locked-in thought from this icicle pop, 
Is also leaking from me.
What I tried to forget,
Can no longer be forgot.
Released from its frozen tomb,
These thoughts flood this room.
As I tread,
I feel like I’m treading nowhere.
As if I were back in utero, 
Hearing life’s first sounds, 
From within my mother’s Sacramento.

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