In the shadow
of perfection
time stops
— as eternity takes form
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
They said
she imagined it–
that flicker in her spine,
like a vow whispered
between the bones,
a hush older than memory.
no temple,
no mantra,
no saint's breath on her shoulder–
just a silence
that split her
softly
like dawn splits shadow.
something rose–
not seen,
but felt,
like a secret carried
from life to life,
finally unfolding.
it wasn't light,
not yet
it was heat
that knew her name.
each breath shimmered,
each thought dissolved
until she wasn't girl or name
but wind,
and flame,
and everything in between.
was it fiction?
maybe.
but the fire didn’t lie–
and neither did her eyes
afterward,
still glowing
with the memory
of being touched
by something
The world could not explain.
Coat stand tree commingling clan protects
Quilted caterpillar sticks linen to spine
Pine foliage erect points to its apex
Before its born, spire spreads star shine
Swooping swivel neck owl huddles, human eyes
Scan heaven, hook beak hoots transmit signal
For seraphim shifting, shades of dove devise
Butterfly current shaken napkin nimble
Venture from avenues of arrow quivers
Dispell dictating army apostrophes
Barrel roll ballistic, blank space delivers
Delight due outside barracks claustrophobic
Antenna tuned owl throatily purrs
Pleasure for butterfly’s fast learned journey, laughed
Drift under dry angel feathers, breeze spurs
Freedom wish from wizard to aloof aircraft
27 January 2025
Written for Contest:
Embodying the Light
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Your unique windows process the small pixels in the language of infinite
Flying through the inner portals to that great processor
Sparks, faster than science can pick up its pencil at
Join in an erudite symphony that swells within
Harmonizing with reality
Let it rise, let it fall
But never halt its subconscious manner cease to function
Ominous supplier in which all things living are forever brought to exist
A shared piece of intimate predestined knowledge
The one thing all learn
From never being taught
Four seasons all exist in the possibilities of our contact
These diverse crayons color the inside paths of vessels with multiplicity of shades
Offering roadmaps, cones, signs
Often leading us towards Nirvana, or its opposite twin
Another language in its entirety
Such meaning tied to its reverberations, those impressions it leaves
A gateway to the realness
Everpresently embracing us all
Wonders of Embodiment
Your unique windows process the small pixels in the language of infinite
Flying through the inner portals to that great processor
Sparks, faster than science can pick up its pencil at
Join in an erudite symphony that swells within
Harmonizing with reality
Let it rise, let it fall
But never halt its subconscious manner cease to function
Ominous supplier in which all things living are forever brought to exist
A shared piece of intimate predestined knowledge
The one thing all learn
From never being taught
Four seasons all exist in the possibilities of our contact
These diverse crayons color the inside paths of vessels with its multiplicity of shades
Offering road maps, cones, signs
Often leading us towards Nirvana, or its opposite twin
Another language in its entirety
Such meaning tied to its reverberations, those impressions it leaves
A gateway to the realness
Everpresently embracing us all
The crepuscular radiant sun rays
are being subdued by penumbra
to conceal their exuberant image
that still is seen in halcyon glory;
it vows the envious meadows draped in daisies
that are incapable of absorbing all of the opulent
shades of the sky emitting glares of fading radiance.
Many desultory thoughts of an unapproved theory
viciously battle in the mind of the cynical,
who hears the sonorous song of the perched
grey thrushes which glorify God with notes;
nothing he sees is neither persuasive nor visceral.
Why is Man so stubborn in his belief,
so tormented by feelings of jealousy
towards Him who gave everything
freely? He rejects His gift assuming
an appearance of invincibility,
a self-made image of divinity...
the exact embodiment of Lucifer.
Written on 2/ 1/2016
Embodiment of a sparrow
Deft hand became stifled
One man's life becomes a ripple
Gauntlet affixes a bridle
Proclaimed a idol
Fist clenching low
Archer's imbued bow
Body quivered like his arrows
Embodiment of a sparrow
Anthem for a obscured soul
Wind is a bitter blow
Gauntlet's icy hold
Prolonged the cold
Events transpired,
Such that brought down an empire
Whistling tone of his arrows
Embodiment of sparrows
Senses that leaves you questioning;
captivates every feeling,
moves every sensation,
one of a kind to the last reaction.
genuine to the end;
moving emotions to no limit,
begins to make love it's way,
lights up everything and everyday,
gives more meaning to the essence,
living deeper with every embodiment,
open to true beauty,
inspires true wisdom and knowledge.
far better than any treasure;
value with no measure,
understanding with contentment,
keeping what is important ever nearer!!!
Poverty grot and grime
Have existed throughout time
A place where intellect and truth cannot shine
All of this is embodied on Isle 49
Segregated due to types and shapes
Men acting like thoughtless apes
Not even allowed to eat the smallest of grapes
All of this is embodied in Aisle 49
The occasional safety rail
Offers no protection from the emotional hail
And the sound when Turbo starts to wail
All of this is embodied in Aisle 49
The convergence of two great areas
Starting the creation of diseases like Malarias
Reminding me of great operatic arias
All of this is embodied in Aisle 49
Oh Iku why have you forsaken me
All I ever wanted was to make you see
That I had one ready.
There is a piece of you,
And there’s a piece of me,
One over there you see,
And one over here to,
As the sky is blue,
As a bumbling bee,
It is a He and She.
I do, I do, I do.
In them,
In those,
It’s Him,
He knows.
The embodiment of love,
Embodied from up above!
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
I am wind blown and slowly wanting to be moved
i am overwhelmed with uncertainty, and quickly a need of saving
in my last, of none to give, I offer emptiness
hollow in void, dark to the sight, sad to the knowing
cold are my poison bones, bleached in soaked blood
screaming out for Justice, Judicially never to be giving a reaction
Venom flows from my caged cell,
painted under distinguished well feed Millionaires, who work for billionaires, !
what would you have me say, because the truth would not set me free
so my eyes look to the after life, and hope..................................
and hope for the inherently sinful to burn..........................
aka:lyricvixen
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