It’s in the giving
Aesthetic experience
The pleasure is mine
A luminescent shimmer of stars,
bright as they were dancing
all aligned in perfect formation
With whispers in the air, romancing.
I thought I caught the subtle shift,
Time elapsing into space
As the moonlight drew its radiance
It was a delectable little taste.
How could I ever dare to dream,
When the universe is vast and unknown
I drown in anticipation
on what we can never own.
I possess a sense of fascination,
like a child struck with awe
To confiscate a moment of clarity
so natural and raw.
People always have morbid fascination of matters where they lack the capacity to understand
Sunlight tickles my eyes
Hypnagogic hallucinations steal the show
with surprise
A creature creeps
I gasp, in fascination’s glow
he leaps
He schemes
as toadstools blow
dreams
Sunlight tickles my eyes
I gasp, in fascination’s glow
dreams
In you all the charm.
In me all the amazement
Your stunning beauty!
FASCINATION
transcended
with spontanaiety
emphasised
in
a sense of reality
ozooing out
precient
interpreted
in symbolss
endlessly evolving
proactive
ephemeral
immortalisd
poses stressed
in the
contemporary
The tweeting birds sound so dulcet,
The clear blue sky oh so high!
The many gardens and their fences,
The dew drops dripping from leaves
The forests giving out clues,
The earnestness of the wind,
It narrates the life in brief;
You will find yourself lost in the arms of nature,
Where you will find only peace and affection.
The picturesque beauty of nature will daze you,
And all your worries will cease
That's the fascination, illusion of Mother Nature.
black cat in the woods
wide eyed amidst greenery
and the wild chorus
Written on April 4, 2022
For: Black Cat Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
She stood along the lonely door frame,
watching the crackling wood fire,
beset with a sudden burning passion,
that only her heart could desire,
hair of straw that was golden spun,
blows gently as a mild breeze whips,
in her gaze is the reflection of flames,
she says more with her eyes than lips.
Come to her grace with hat upon hand,
she never plays pity to the fools,
although she be fond of a game or two,
as long as you can play by her rules,
she is not conceded nor cursed with vanity,
just has a particular taste,
if you're honest, kind and unique of mind,
she won't let it go to waste.
Every movement is worth it to watch,
how beauty transcends to life with ease,
what secrets lay in a heart shaped box,
if only we could possess the keys,
yet still there is an echo, a thumping pulse,
racing and I know it will never cease,
just to take awhile to return your smile,
like a puzzle with a missing piece.
I am transported to heaven,
I throw myself into the sea,
I travel in blue light
of your deep gaze... !
I am so tired of being serious.
I choose to be so delirious.....
To Florida, I do go~
No more playing schmo.
Fresh air to breathe, not mysterious!
5/19/2021
Mask-less Pangie
* Fictional *
exhibiting
a fusion
of light
in impressionistic
reflections
extraordinaire,
'en plein air'
on repeat
over
&over
again
morning
noon
after noon
ever-changing
yet
never
the same
scene
of
the seine
I believe moon is a heart in the sky
The vision of tranquility, hung high
A dream-catcher that sends silver moonbeams
Beams that confirm we have enchanted dreams.
Midway to paradise, a guiding light
A friend to celestial stars of the night
Wax and waning, Luna’s fascination
A visual moon gazing sensation.
All see the moon, the moon sees you and me
There are no secrets that moon doesn't see
Moon has heart, is a soul of discretion
One can tell by the facial expression.
The moon has a force that controls the sea
I'm sure that he decides life's destiny
That we're the cast of Luna’s masterplan
Perhaps that's being the dreamer I am.
Selene shines a light o'er lovers with glee
Moon goddess above loves love, does she.
* * *
fascination is
an anthill
surrounded by kids
The mother
Inside her womb
A life
A baby girl
Welcome to the world....
Little one
So soft
So tiny
So cute
The father
He cries too!
Joyfully happy!
A family anew
Birth
One, then two...then three!
Pick-A-Title, Vol 18 Yalto 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
6-1-2020
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