The redamancy flowed from within,
jumping down the line,
the nacarat sun;
blinding the ones alive,
listen to the canorous sounds;
blowing in the wind,
even though they are flagitious,
their nature seems forced,
how vociferous they can be;
lacking intrinsic will,
dripping with such disabuse,
we are fairly full of commination;
thus, we must sashay in the other direction,
the dreadful dream of flying free,
receiving nothing, yet staying fain;
their misery is effable at best,
dropping left, flipping right,
their beginning was left behind;
deep within the past of time,
any and all forgetting their Elysian minds.
Categories:
effable, confusion, corruption, dream, freedom,
Form: Free verse
Able to be described in words (+ poetically);
certainly seems and feels practical for poets,
truly appeals to honest writers, excellently;
happily: rhyming-observations-in-comments!
Philosophies are what they may be, however...
often they are venerated by real experiences,
you may realise these true realities forever;
"Sin mar a tha e" ~ may say that's how it is!
Scottish Gaelic occupies my quieter thoughts,
seldom uttered, yet keenly, I have published...
via my own poetry, mostly shared among Scots;
from contemplating, to expressions established!
Nowadays, as my family's evolving, so's Alba;
Alba/Scotland are one and the same in reality,
while too many of us don't recognise alpha;
but "Saoirse": includes freedom and liberty!
© Ewen A. Morrison
23.10.19
Categories:
effable, allusion, beautiful, beauty, blessing,
Form: Quatrain
living bowers
spread&stand
cold&dark
leaf&bark
on which
the light
might shine
a sense
of Spring
with
silent stealth
calm&bright
in
height&shade
of
living streams
come near
through
sphere&incline
a constant
source
of many
showers
all noise&breath
and
signs of wind
did then
enfold
shining spires
bliss effable
true liberty
did once appear
with
speech
&
tongue
ran to speak
with
inward meaning
in love's
descent
then
sent a voice
of
kind encouragement
there to shine
into
passion's mind
that
still voice
of eternity
a soft sacred
call
here
below
few
scarce know
but
in song
made
sure
with
passionate
cry
love
did thus
come near
a
sacred
way
through
sweat&
agony
Categories:
effable, poetry, tribute,
Form: Ekphrasis
Within the purple caves of Alberon
the diamond dust of yesterday
one sweep of hand upon the rock
and magic fills the tray...
J jaggary visions of sweeter days ahead
E effable in shine resplendent, divine
W wagonettes filled with jewels
E eboneous lustres of one secret night
L ludicrous thoughts of acquisition
S sacrelized beneath surreal visions
within the purple caves of Alberton
the diamond dust of yesteryears
one sweep of desire and fire
then tragically it all disappears.
Categories:
effable, beautiful, magic,
Form: Acrostic
If you were born in city:
Their luminous enamor is inexorable;
You never capture them at night; mind empty,
And ensnared by their mysterious un-effable
That that dismal night wistful,
That that glow distance stars solace,
That that expert called complex chemically obscenful,
Because they never infrared, nor ultraviolet frequence
Oh, you older than race, and electricity,
I called you my reticent little light,
Can enemy of infrastructure be in your identity?
Suburb me in the city now, can't see you at night,
Why can't you wait for our children, children;
To know promethean nature once light dark night;
Before the travested beauty of electrical exaltation,
Where they struggle to name, and classified your might,
They name you Polyphaga,
They fame you in Coleoptera,
You radiate amongst Arthropoda,
And they added you in Elateroida.
Categories:
effable, absence,
Form: Ballad
I write of art that stupefies,
I, who would immortalize new fire, new reflection...
one that weaves a thread of elegance,
who does not make of smoldering solitude
a shill for anyone who passes by.
Dare I presume to extirpate the dross
that my own vision fines?
Yet while with every pungent spadeful, I would violate the earth
and lay it quivering upon its virgin breast?
Show me that tentative, exploring light
that your own grace imparts,
that gift you have of offering faint pictures
of the gods you see...
of leaving finger trails upon my body,
indelible, effable.
With your spirit, write the words
upon a spirit slate that time will not corrupt,
for with you who are my mirrored flesh and breath
united, I may now descry,
my mother, daughter, illuminator
of Almighty God.
~
Categories:
effable, inspiration,
Form: Free verse