Long.the mist had swaddled the woods
In rails of crystal white and gray -
Till dusk swiveled like a fleeting view:
Vanishing with the threadlike view
Oak treelines stood quiet along old woods ;
Qf edges rough in deepened gray;
Trickles changed into ghastly gray
To usher winter's skeletal view ,
Pale nightglow pouring 'round bare woods.
Woods in gray...enshrouded by this blank view.
My pale skin elbows perch on bridge imposing,
upon some ample urban gurgling river’s surge,
a heart palpitating in nostalgic rhythmic vein,
as I recall my auntie aglow in treasured haunt,
who focussed without minimal falter or delay,
at a remote mist enshrouded mystery peak,
lady who communed with transcendant summit,
with rippled laughter, bouncy sumptuous rapture,
she dreamt of sculpting velvet prose in praise but alas,
a woman’s early passing this sudden thwarted foil,
perhaps I might fulfill that sapphire cloud aspiration,
oh how I yearn profoundly for such charisma now,
her colourful asides, witty tinted “INK”-lings,
whose temperament exuded pink pastel
brushstrokes,
petrichor of poignancy that lingering whimsical, spark from my boundless auntie,
a red hue’d stimulus I inherited
A HEARTBEAT PULSATING AS LIVING LIGHT
C herished was a new found identification
O mission of frequencies such as anger that manifest as consternation
N ourishment for the spirit seeking consecration
C reativity of talent there is no limitation
E nlightenment of soul through exchange of information
P rayers answered with a constancy of affirmation
T ransformation to a new dimensional vibration
U plifting awareness transcending through meditation
A scending consciousness now beyond confrontation
L oviing support for others, a state of actualisation
I mplement truth no unworthy temptation
S avour all enshrouded with God's creation
A ctivating self love oh what fascination
T hrive in an environment devoid of much frustration
I nnovative action arising from investigation
O pen heart speaking positive realisation
N urture self love through daily visualisation
; : Glittering dreams.
:A faded, fatal pond.
:An enshrouded ,clouded sun.
:A flaming, blazed rainbow.
;Thorny butterflies
:An adorned, ornamental
serenity.
: An ineffable Calmness
The evergreen sky.,lighted
carnation.
:A stormy, tempestuous sea.
:An unruffled ,quiet dove.
:God's will enduring, lasting .
: Everywhere stillness,tranquillity and peacefulness.
Midnight draped darkness around like a shroud
The silence though was like stone on air
'Twas paused by ambulance's weighted cloud
Our vows once spoken, now beyond despair
Now night seems to press in upon my hand
Shadows fill corners of my old worn mind
Then a spark springs forth that needs to be fanned
That tiny light spark knows hope I'll soon find
Once buried seed dreams of spring's sun warm glow
Deep within, silent faith endures long, strong
My hope and faith are not fragile, but flow
Whisper, come forth let your love go in song
Dark that enshrouded me release today
My heart has some hope and will find a way
Find the ambiance enshrouded by sunset
serenely embrace its majesty with your heart
Engage your dreams from this evening's glow
So the colors of the sky may bring you peace
Watch the birds glide in soft silhouettes
where they spiral on unseen winds over the sea
while you rest your soul from their peaceful gliding
and feel a sense of calmness with every breath
Journey through the wilderness of your thoughts
drown in the wonder of rapturous beauty
declared by the last dying rays of the sun
that turns twilight dark at the end of this day
Why is this human body
enshrouded in so much shame
Who decided we must cover up
and play this crazy game
It seems to be the greatest hang up
entrenched deeply in our psyche
Do we each have physicality different from the rest?
apart from gender difference seems we're all alike
The saddest of it all is what I term
the Hollywood commercial sex sale image
Suspenders, stockings, g-strings, bras
designed to show a bit of cleavage
There was a man so shy, when he was partly naked
one day I really scared my Dad, I almost saw his bum
From that day on I often wondered
was he ever completely naked, in front of my Mum
Some days ago my wife forgot to wish me all the best
for my seventy seventh commemorative hoot
I tried succinctly to remind her
by sitting in the sun, in just my birthday suit
If I could choose a place to be, when I am reincarnated
A first nation naked man in Arnhem land would be highly celebrated
Footnote: Arnhem land a sacred reserve for the original inhabitants , the Dreamtime
People, in the Northern, Australia
A suppurating crater
festers and gapes
in my heart
desiccated by hordes
of plunderers
who gorge on marrow
enshrouded in crevices
where love pleads
for refuge and succour
before gelid goons
controlling a pedigree
of sycophants
reframed to shield
their masters
from imagined devilry.
Shivering
in gusts of black ice
night owl stuck
in grim spot
enshrouded by stern dark gauze
yet smothered grit reigns
Shadow mountain peak,
puzzle one can’t fathom,
it’s that upward sweep,
at sunrise, sunset,
quaint sawtooth features,
they induce dark zeal,
methinks a fable,
obscure tightly lodged,
in each skyward step,
novel within grasp,
cryptic stone phrase etch,
moss whirl stream rim,
lofty lambent odes sculpt,
in mound of twilight,
enshrouded wry blur,
vast hunch ascendant,
edgy climber gumption yet,
settles for lax gaze,
syblline boundless bard,
red cloud piercing tower,
a distant writer’s thirst
Shadow mountain peak,
one somehow can’t quite fathom,
it’s that upward sweep
at sunrise, sunset,
quaint jagged features protrude,
they induce dark mirth
methinks a fable,
inscrutable, tightly lodged,
in each skyward step
novel within grasp,
phrases etched in mystic stone,
rimmed by moss whirl stream
lofty, lambent odes,
I sculpt in mound of twilight,
enshrouded wry blur
vast hunch ascendant,
edgy climber gumption yet,
settles for lax gaze
syblline boundless bard,
that red cloud piercing tower,
a remote verse whim
Skies sparkled with snow diamonds drifting through
the magic that surrounded the effervescent darkness.
The tulle breath of the forest spirited the moonglow
in a spritely capricious demeanor and addressed me as
… it spoke …
of the curious sounds seeping from the lavender mist.
Moon and stars joined to illustrate a tale of strength
behind the human laws of moral theory and bid me
… harken ...
for in their story was buried the essence
of the earthborn plight to live, to love, to hope,
and to ascend the sangria stones of immortality.
As the moon opened and began to spill,
… I listened …
offended by the grape and Tyrian wafts
of desire, hatred, indulgence, and greed.
My silvery tears rolled violet down my cheeks
illuminating the raisin-hued darkness.
Sadness washed over me with sparkly specks
of magenta moon dust manifesting through lacy clouds.
As dawn crept in, it brandished the cold, corrupted,
hateful thoughts and spread its orchid enchantment.
Beauteous shades of periwinkle enshrouded the sky
… and sang …
A lone prisoner of my own making,
a cocoon confined within introvert isolation,
I see all the familiar faces recede nowhere,
leaving me stuck in the maze of acuity.
In the weed-webbed wasteland within
piles up the wreckage of life unlived.
My mystique mind turns into Nemesis,
makes a wilderness of mirrors for me,
reflecting the pernicious perception of anguish,
an emotion engulfed by intuitive foreboding.
The sane sense losing the route to perpetuity,
disappears in the miasma of lonesome reflections.
The marooned psyche meanders in desolate darkness,
trying to find the deluded traveler, instinctive me.
Enshrouded by despair I turn into a dead wood,
afloat on the turbulent flow of the ordained strife.
With secluded mind I drift in the time's eternal flow,
and on the move, I don’t remember where I started from,
for like mirrored driftwood my memory has no memory.
I watched you walk away that night
Then later had a dream
We were sitting in a sauna
Wearing robes while enshrouded in steam
Then one thing led to another
And soon it all quickly progressed
'Til we were only left standing enshrouded
I think you can figure the rest
In a world enshrouded by shadows of fear,
Where voices of anguish are drowned in the night,
A poet's pen weaves the tales we hold dear,
Of struggles and sorrows, of wrongs and of right.
With each careful word, capture the pain,
The cries of the silenced, the tears of the meek,
In verses that echo like thunderous rain,
Unveiling the truths that the strong often seek.
The gift of the poet is to shine a light,
On the hearts that are burdened, the dreams that are lost,
To fight against darkness, to stand up and write,
For the hope of the many, no matter the cost.
So let the words flow, a river of change,
In this world full of trouble, their voice will arrange.
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