PARTICULAR INFUENCES-:-
instinctive
sensitive
reservations
vented
mockery
in a DETACHED VIEW
reminiscent
reacted
ventures
essaying
contours
symmetrical
silhouetted
in DISGUISED POSE
defying
deeper
significance
process
meaning
A sky denuded of stars
Is just like a garden devoid of blossoms.
Even when the night sky goes aloof too,
I close my eyes
And enter into a profound colloquy
With the phosphenes of my eyes.
These flickering phosphenes spring up at once
Presenting a phantasmagoria of various hues of blues.
How well have these phosphenes deciphered
That I possess a weakness for tranquility!
They pirouette incessantly
Displaying a multitude of shapes and forms,
As if essaying their utmost
To impart their solicitude to me,
To attend to my unvoiced revelations,
Scouring away the feeling of loneliness.
IT MIGHT AS WELL BE SPRING
Across the heath neath cerulean sky
All still, in brief expectant breathless pause
Impending vernal change of season nigh
Awaits fulfill of pre-condition clause
Yet bracken lace and grass a tawny match
Though warmer tint from sun that elevates
A song bird now essaying dulcet snatch
Of symphony that she anticipates
Jade canopy of chiffon will inhale
The blessed Vapour that sustains all life *
Which soon will burst in wild expansive gale
Of growth and affluence of verdure rife
Now Nature’s resurrection time is right
Her signal shall go forth: ‘Let there be light!’
* CO2
27 February 2019
My heart beating is alive hitherto
my lung breathing is hitherto
my eyes hitherto facing the queen
of myself thy love IS don . . .
— ( thank thou by blessing creator)
But, obviously in worth is degrees
of early befoul inquiry . . .
your wearing breasts in a practical nude
your truly wearing encounter-leg
— by 75% nude
away, sneaking by of stylish whole
Across el break surrounds one, the hole.
over reacting is you practically
by imitation from my death
Essaying a big selfsame, from it mouth;
sponging out thee any indication
of never having snake me-back in your mind,
then, you had ever caressed me . . .
Darling! — in my record,
blessing you did it — in mine shut up
blessing you did it . . .
In wrangles ignored your imagination.
~ Ciro C Toledo ~
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