waiting in the silence
for the energy to run aground
yet what flotsam the surf gives up
it will have to keep
i always jetsom, i never lagan
Humpty Dumty, friends with superglue
are not always reality
reality does not always adhere
reality does not care
your freedom, illusions of the amaranth
i have no simpleton delusions, imagoes
i am afraid death the anodyne
eventually, every star consumes itself
Nemesis, my knowing smile
Ate, your mentor
she is behind the mirror waiting
as all ephemerals, you bore me
i enjoy the diestrus
remembering the notches, using other's vanities
every Blackwidow deserves a prince
the Prince of Pandemonium
San Blas 92 The Patient Stones
Categories:
ephemerals, betrayal,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Gamma wave form ethereals
Deep slow motion ephemerals
Green tea sunsets siren the 7 Seas.
Categories:
ephemerals, appreciation, beautiful, imagery, mystery,
Form: Free verse
Claytonia
How God ignited the living continuum
No mind can fathom; neither therefrom,
How we sparked to flame.
Yet, some Sparks must beget Starbursts
Not Stars; Ephemerals, in their fleeting bursts,
Are needed not less than Oaks.
I kneel in prayer to lift up her small light
Against the dark, not to morn what might,
But illuminate the birthright of the briefest life.
Copyright Paul Thomson 2008
Categories:
ephemerals, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
With no place to hide, the atelier of this poet, abides. Ticking of fires cooling can be heard, the rise and fall of virus eating man's soul.
Rage has sucked the oxygen of all but those who have become translucent in the wave sweeping over our village.
Drumbeats grew louder at first, vibrations coursing through all living things. Crimson and carmine emerged in vivid dreams, air escaping in desperate gasps as lungs collapsed in explosive tephra from retreating volcanoes.
As the virulent dust settled amidst the crumbled towers, Spring ephemerals emerged, roots cleansing the toxic soil, sending ions of pure air up thru the translucent blossoms connecting our will to live. Drumbeats became the sound of our hearts beating together once more, prayers of gratitude to a God we can not see, but whose miracles we can not deny.
3/15/20
Categories:
ephemerals, hope,
Form: Free verse
Sown seed of wisdom...!
We err in our judgments
and that - we do know!
deep in the closets of our heart,
but we just don't show!
Lugged by our ego and pride,
we continue to tow -
those assumed lines of rights and wrongs,
that goes on to build our foe.
In those unassailable alleys,
that are dark and shady, mind does flow!
into that hidden darker past,
using which we continue to hoe!
We 'till' it to aid the crop, but,
instead, it is that menacing weed we grow;
body and mind sundered from peace,
in a vicious cycle - round and round we go !
In relentless pursuit of ephemerals,
obsessed to gain (which), we stoop so low;
and we find ourselves squabbling -
for tranquility in row after every row!
Fleeting time 'my friend'
and 'passages' so steep and narrow;
we got to find our 'Self' - 'awakened and aware',
only way to stave-off all our sorrow!
Past gone-by is history and
anticipation 'a mystery of morrow';
in those unfathomable dark,
Pin-on to 'The Self' with focus of an arrow.
Using all that is within us,
and only our own body as a bow;
with contemplative thought, as aid,
it is the first seed of wisdom we sow.
Categories:
ephemerals, allusion, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
Wildfire
Fire, we fear flames seeking to obliterate
to cleanse forest and plains so the land can grow
again green shoots the world has been
the cycles can start again
having cleared the undergrowth that hindered
the freedom of samplings
There is a flower that only bloom after a fire
fire ephemerals can cover mountainsides
in a multicolour of wonder.
We feel a strange attraction to the flames
we wish it could rinse our sins, yet, we have
a great terror for the fire of hell
The fire we dread the most is the fire
in mans` heart it can be wonderful but so easily
became ruinous and manifest itself
in greed and destruction of what is good
There is a wildfire raging now and the Nordic
tremble and fear they might be consumed
by the firestorm.
Categories:
ephemerals, cool, corruption, courage, cousin,
Form: Blank verse
The theme of this poem is leaves;
Beautiful lateral structures
that dress the deciduous trees;
ephemerals one can’t ignore.
We first set eyes on them as green,
Protuberates on limbs in spring;
Next we see them as indigenes-
Transpirational living things
with various shapes and sizes.
I myself favor the maples
Their many metamorphoses:
various colors one beholds
in late summer and early fall
their greatest splendor above all.
Categories:
ephemerals, nature, seasons
Form: Verse