marooned maestro
floats frustrated
with
waned creative craving
in
sensual lyrical stream
of
impeded passion
faces jaded
stodgy scenario
of
monotonous mélange
of
temporal template
in
bleary platitude plateau
of
consumed composer’s
blasé bearing
it seeks
for
algorithmic arousal
of
styled stimulation
within
captivating cauldron
of
coherent fecundity
but
dismayed downright
by
lamentable nothingness
of
Promethean depth
lacking buoyant upwelling
of
imagination impulse
snapped strings
of
violin heart
don’t resonate singularity
with
impassive articulation
of
simulated strokes
as
ephemeral echo morphs
into
emotive melody
of
congruent cadence
distorted disarrayed
in
convoluted concerto
of
synthetic sonata
MEMORY PAGEANT-:-
kaleidoscopic
montage
ephemeral
chromatic
fresco
of COGNITIVE FECUNDITY
mystique
panorama
metaphoric
derelict
mindscape
in ILLUSIVE TWILIGHT SWATHE
evanescent
euphoric
abstraction
reflective
extravaganza
People talk of the birds and bees
As a placeholder for the broader world
Reproducing in fecundity along with May flowers.
But there’s a deeper reason for the association
And it’s the sight and sound
Of them being relentlessly busy.
We notice them, their flights
And their buzzings and chirpings,
And more importantly we feel those sounds
In our very core,
A vibration that relieves of us stress
Releases endorphins
Makes us whole, and thus holy,
And reminds us
Maybe we too should take the time
To dance and sing, and build our nests
In the rejuvenating comfort
Of spring’s warm embrace.
(5/3/26)
marooned maestro
floats frustrated
with
waned creative craving
in
sensual stream
of
impeded passion
faces monotonous
stodgy scenario
over
tedious terrain
of
temporal template
in
bleary plateau
of
consumed composer’s
blasé bearing
it then seeks
for
algorithmic arousal
of
stimulation and style
within
cauldron of coherent fecundity
but
dismayed downright
by
lamentable lack
of
Promethean depth
devoid of buoyant drive
of
imagination impulse
snapped strings
of
violin heart
don’t resonate singularity
with
impassive articulation
of
simulated strokes
emotive melody
of
congruent cadence
distorts in disarray
in convoluted concerto
of
synthetic sonata
(“Conceived in Light”, 2017, original encaustic)
Miss Information
Everywhere you look
Everything you hear
Reverberates and reveals
The seductive power of Sophia
Catching our eye and ear
Whispering morsels of truth
Seeding our own discombobulated minds
With enough material
To sustain a hundred Amazon basins.
All that fecundity
Just brimming with potential
To tear us down
And in turn
Build us up again.
This is the nature of light after all
Filtering into even the darkest spaces
Planting its seeds
In elemental photon form
To one day awaken
Within the dawn.
(5/21/25)
He cups the weight of her small breasts,
cradles them with reverential hands,
weighs the balance of gravity,
the pressure of pleasure.
He wonders about this passion
for the petite and elfin,
for the Hellenic perfection of rose and plum,
then recalls his mother,
the push of her tenderness
as she held his face in both her palms
as if he were the substance of her soul.
Now he holds this beautiful woman
bewildered by an artless wonder,
speechless, yet his mouth full
of a heaviness, a sufficiency now released
as the fecundity of rainclouds.
Somewhere, way out there
I know of souls who grapple
With the Big Questions
The ones I only hear echos of.
Here on Earth, in my little nest,
I play parlor tricks of the mind
Looking for emptiness
And finding it winking back
As everything and everyone.
But I don’t fool myself
Into thinking it is significant
Or somehow adds anything
To what a single human
Can and does do to further the whole.
Meanwhile there are souls I know
Struggling with their embodiment
The tenuous hold
Of dust swirling around spirit
A cyclone with such a center.
And it is to these rare beings
Although they may curse the burden
That the gifts of fecundity
Have been heaped.
Somewhere out there
I know of great souls
Who grapple with the Big Questions
Not because they want to
But because they must.
And in my own humble way
I wish them well
And lend them strength
As the dust settles
To be only, always, this.
(2/27/25)
The pursuit of profundity
prior to simplicity
educes sterility
Mere simplicity
sans profundity
precludes fecundity
I paced placidly along picturesque pathways,
Around the vast verdant valley that led nowhere.
Oh Debbie, my Debbie, disappeared in thin air!
I'll search and I'll search and mutter a prayer,
I texted her and called her, but alas all seemed in vain.
Ah Debbie, my Debbie, I shouted her name.
All echoed back at me. still, I yearn for her love.
I imagined her hot lips, lingering on mine,
Yet she escaped me and flew like a rock dove,
But why, oh why? We fitted like a glove.
The blissful breeze blew through the cottonwoods,
"I'm here! I'm here!" Her voice echoed impulsively,
Elated I searched among the trees near a river.
I saw her there, beneath the willow, seductively.
I ran and hugged her tight, with all our fecundity.
The marooned muse floats
with waned creative craving
in the emotive stream of impeded passion,
faces the monotonous stodgy scenario
over the tedious span of time
in the bleary plateau of poet’s blasé block.
That’s when it seeks for
AI’s algorithmic rhythm of ideas and style
within the cauldron of coherent fecundity,
but is downright dismayed
by the lack of Promethean depth,
devoid of the nuance of imagination impulse.
The chord of heart’s violin doesn’t resonate
with the unique personal touch,
for the melody of lyrical longing
remains unreplicated in the artificial sonata.
Utterly joyful when daffodils bloom
Winter is banished we live in the light
Spring melody creates wonderful tune
Landscape perfection is beautiful sight.
Swathes of yellow burst from cold winter ground
Floral Renaissance it's springtime fever
Fecundity gathering all around
Nature's become a magical weaver.
Busy weaver of spells on winter earth
Starting with daffodils, profound delight
Captivating moment nature gives birth
Triumphant vista makes our smiles ignite.
Daffodil magic has enthralled springtime
Mesmerised entirely vision sublime.
creating
scenes
fusing space
&
light..
abstraction
dreams
images
transformed
with intimate
freshness.
in
ranquillity
of shimmering
imaginings
saturating
the everyday
with
incandescent
in creativity
inspiration
in
fertile
,ingenuity,
originality
drowned
with inventiveness,
cleverness,
&fecundity
in the sense of delusion
In heavy noonday heat cicadas sing
Bright sun teases my skin with hot caress
Colourful birds in palm spread lovely wings
Momentarily speechless I digress.
Each year without failing beauty unfolds
Gold trumpet creeper rambling everywhere
Blazing orange with a touch of pure gold
Heavenly vision that ignites prayer.
Rambling fecundity gives pure delight
Seasonal blessing each and every day
Do fae folk frolic on hot summer night?
Yes, dancing along with flowers that sway.
Beware, do not look while those fae folk dance
Be mindful because it can cause a trance.
Eye am Sacred Antiquity
The Beginning, the Portal, the Untold Herstory
Eye am Nameless, Formless, Creator of the Created
Timeless Logos, Water and Fire mated
Eye am the Black Womb wherein the Gods and Goddesses emerged
My body adorned with Celestial Energy stones
Eye am the Eternal Demiurge
Maiden, Mother, Crone
My will reflects the All
With the Light My Fertility Ignite
Original Fecundity bringing forth Creativity
Gently Nurturing Fierce dark Feminine Potency
Eye am the Great Weaver
The Spinning Wheel of the Fates
Attributes Manifold, Herstory Untold
Leave your burdens at My Feet
Mercy and Grace Uphold.
Air laden
with the fecundity of spring,
sweet, powdery life brushing every
passing wing and foot stalled
on a budding stem,
receptors greedily unfurled
in vast arrays
to snare pollen dancing
on a breeze
though leaving too much
to float my way and be wasted
on a sneeze.
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