Figments of one's imagination transformations and inconsistent dreams postponed images of one's mind's eye.
Creativeness and non realities of one's
imagination a fairy tale, a made up story?
Passions and inquisitiveness into existence
being bearing and imaging it into actuality and
materalization figments of one's imagination
Categories:
figments, adventure, confidence, creation, destiny,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Colorful words used,
For its the pigments of ones,
Imagination.
2019 September 19
Categories:
figments, allusion, color, meaningful,
Form: Senryu
Ya’ know
It seems I’ve been here before
Else how could I know
How many steps up… to the door?
Just which plank would squeak
Beneath my feet…The porch swing
That hangs there no more
The bell push dark tarnished
The door stripped of varnish
Seems I’ve crossed this threshold before
E’en the doves that sob softly
In the trees…seem to me
Fairly familiar… and what’s more
The shutters aslant at a perilous cant
By sides of window sash
That hold glass…no more
Have I trod away on the sod
That cuddles this house
Looked back and bade it nevermore?
My memory is confused
and time has abused it
So I truly can’t be sure…anymore
Back down the stoop
My shoulders adroop
One last look o’er my shoulder,,,no more!
Ya’ know it no longer matters
That both my memory and
The house are in tatters
But so it surely seems…
It could not have been in my dreams?
No! I’m quite sure that I’ve been here
…before…
Categories:
figments, age, imagination, loss, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Contortions beloved china doll ballets; fallacies repertoire?!
Sublime, embarking upon another vigilant mnemonic journey
As ever searching these sinuous theatres jigzaw corridores to well find
A maxims inverted souvenir....
Effusions waterfall of wisdom to contest this mortuaries enigma!?
Discernful images incised within black marble stones strewn amid
The roguery of this grayish night; rustic, crossing the cold damp earth
With its wilted flowers unto the mausoleums preemptive seminal door....
Twilights prophet speaking now in summations scarlet rhymes?!
To wrest the breath from abymals reaching grasp that it may surely die; dissolve
Into a thousand broken pieces to be crushed aneath, vice versas impasse ~
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....“Figurines, Figments & Fragmentation” *
Categories:
figments, hope, life, love,
Form: I do not know?
Frozen rain fell from the pane of her window as she woke to the sound of whispering
voices:
"Daphne! Wake up! Get out of your bed, walk spiralling stairs to the doors in your
head!"
Coral and iris then glittered the night, like a shattered shimmer of fluorescent lights,
She stared at herself like a wax crocodile, with emerald eyes and a chainsaw smile.
Glistening tinsel wrapped her christmas tree teeth, like flowers and sorrow would clasp
to grief
Firework's flares scattered showers from her eyes, technicolor branches grew out from
her spine
Burnt orange clouds bled onto sangria sky, below swam a sea of lime cactus wine
Figures like trees shivered panics from afar, a glowing haze cast from morning soaked
stars
Her senses tingled, her concerns split in half, the only sound in her head was her
animated laugh
Sprays and leaks spewed from her oil spill hair as she watched the wind curl in the
arylide air
With emerald eyes, and a chainsaw smile, suspended she strolled through euphoria's
isles
Floating like a ghost, in a crystal lit ocean, her eyelids closed, like sunsets in slow
motion...
Categories:
figments, fantasy, imagination, travel, visionarysound,
Form: Free verse
Echoing passage of filters
flash fictioning autumn glitters
a reflection of moments in memories
passed onto lives
a label onto times, still in the present
fading in its autumn glory of imaginations
lost moments suddenly inevitably rekindle
thoughts indelible refresh
trapped in petaled dreams alive present forever
gradually inscribing in fashionable designs onto dreams
shielded under deserted trees of silence
lingering helpless on unexplored floors……..
come
rise
follow me
let us journey into these autumn like passage of inscriptions that unfold before thee……
Categories:
figments, on writing and wordsautumn,
Form: I do not know?