Our life is as evanescent as the
trumpet flower of the morning glory.
The merest chapter in the history
of mankind’s ever compelling story.
Various serendipitous ramblings
ultimately contingent ‘on quarry;
retold to captive audience in tones
melodious as silver-tongued lory.
Redolent of an evening-scented stock,
with a crown of wispy hair as hoary,
we insist to recount all endeavours
in its minute shocking details: gory.
An experience that's unsavoury –
remnants that cross river Styx in dory.
Poetic form: XAXA Sonnet. See my article, Introducing Three New Sonnet Forms, here on PS for more details. Also, a 'Summary of Metres' is depicted.
Sidewalk of shadows
flowers blooming on concrete,
evanescent art.
The ineffable love of nature,
Gives a feel of ebullience.
The petrichor that comes from the soothing rain,
Relieves all the pain!
A glimpse at the beautiful rainbow,
The rainbow which is always evanescent
Makes us euphoric.
The itsy-bitsy homes in the cities,
Gives us a limerence of phosphene.
Hovering
in the scarlet sky,
the evanescent sun
blows its final kiss
to children still at play
below
Date written: 02/25/2020
Nature's color of the leaves from Dokhona
This is in the air, you touch me, go by
Lovely life my dear
To follow voice of the flute to the west.
You be Asagi Baisagi
Sometimes sits in the background blowing,
You ever sit cute
Cloud's edge athlete's card.
I have to joke sometimes don't recognize
Daosa-mwkreb like you, be ashamed
Really very kind and shy
In my eyes you evanescent.
Beauty is evanescent
My eyes have seen
unspeakable,
incomprehensible
beauty.
I thought I knew
what beauty was
and then...
I met you!
Your apparition
left me astonished
entranced, tongue tied,
mesmerized...
My eyes
could never
be the same again...
how could they be...
as all the beauty
beforehand seen
now had a new
reference point...
and that was you!
Curiously though,
under more
careful observation
and scrutiny
over time
I noticed something
distinctive in you,
something inherently
significant.
I now realize
that my recently
redefined understanding
of what beauty is,
needs to be adjusted
to harmonize with
a far deeper
comprehension.
I've noticed that
your external beauty
is really an outward
physical reflection
of internal realities.
Your kindness
your innocence
is effervescent,
effusing and emanating
from deep within
your interior.
Leading me to conclude
that physical beauty
is evanescent
but kindness
and innocence
is ever present.
John Derek Hamilton
May 26,2016
Eyes locked - limpid pools of longing,
Touch of silky skin upon skin,
One mixed breath to both belonging,
A passion disguised so very thin.
Frozen in the fathomless swirl of time,
Perhaps a drop, or less, in the infinite scheme,
A look that's fleeting, yet forevermore,
Lost and longing souls unrequited cruel dream.
Thundering train with banshee scream,
Jars and jerks, comes to a grinding halt,
Brings us back from our bubbled world,
A brief interlude imbued with gestalt.
~18 April 2016~
Circumscribed as her life was
By the inescapable miasma of stifling destitution,
Lovely but not luscious,
She delighted in wading through
A valley strewn with thorns
But hers was never a stroll through a grove of roses
Her petals laden with perfume
As the proverbial fair flower of the same name.
All arms and legs, a bundle of bones
Her frail, lissome frame merrily bore
All travails of her short, terrestrial sojourn.
Unlike her double in nature,
She had no thorns; Rose is deemed the queen of flowers,
But she carried a thorny crown.
Hers was no misnomer as she excelled
The life of her namesake to the core.
Slim as her stem was, the agonies of her bosom knew no bounds.
A taper, she burned bright to dispel the pall of gloom
That bound her withered plain
Even as the vicissitudes of life consumed her.
Tender-aged as she was, she mothered many a sibling.
Self-oblivious and alien to all earthly comforts,
Her resolve never skin-deep, her renunciation no ornament,
She was condemned to be a host, a victim of parasitoidism
Ephemeral is this life. Do not be
Vain and squander it randomly,
Allow for humility and affection.
Narcissism is the worst sin
Enticing one’s soul down a
Slippery slope of
Conceit and debauchery;
Enlightened yourself to this
Nebulous life which is
Temporary like a shimmering bubble.
~01/04/2016
~Any Poem contest by Broken Wings
A pawn in hand of circumstance
The serendipity
We find the answer with a dance
And scorn the apathy
The efflorescence of our faith
When all has gone awry
Beleaguered by the storm we stay
Safe only in the eye
Yearning for propinquity, we pray
God only knows we try
While some grasp at shadows of a rope
Others hold the hand
A shattered hourglass, devoid of hope
Lies in the scattered sand
Schwindende Bilder
Vergangener Tropentage
Im Nebel der Zeit
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Evanecent pictures
Of long past tropical days
In the fog of the time
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Imágenes evanecentes
De días tropicales pasados
En la niebla del tiempo
Gray leaden murkiness rests in the light hours
For which there was no light
Their barren lifelessness was visible, as their arms wobbled
Cracked and scorn beaten down
Dry as the desert, the tears have bleed away
Sucked out and left to wander
And so they have lost against the truculent world
Numb, inept and ossified spirits
Crushed like pellets of a beautiful rose
Torn from their stem of the pulse
Slowly evaporating into a dull colorless dust
No longer of value for they have shed there hold to dwell
White rain showered the walled garden;
the bridal bouquet becomes a wreath
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