Sun strike horizon white triangle
Erases deep turquoise in thin ice
Steady spiral turn winds triumph
Explores sea bed, drilled precise
Turned ground pleads for mercy
Surrenders dug out cry of agony
Tumble gems an ancient mason
Sought to swap for sovereignty
Miner compiles silica currency
Shells she's clenched fluoresce
Money funnelled subterranean
Spectrum rips open firey chests
Technique imagines same future
Strength set on bone, sure farrier
Temporary gold gallops to zenith
Sharp ocean glint disappears her
14th June
Foreshore soon!
Categories:
funnelled, allusion, betrayal, desire, lust,
Form: Rhyme
Envision if you will
how your tunnel vision
denies sharing, context and scope.
Your ambit roundabout whirls in blinkers
denies entry with right-of-way blocks
as you go round and round
spinning endlessly in the dark
on a roundabout game in the park.
Your circumspect vision funnelled
down tunnel into your black id hole.
Categories:
funnelled, self, visionary,
Form: Free verse
Poetry is more than words
it is song
music
and beat
a movement
of dance
of jigs
spins and reels
old and new
coming together
rhyme and meter
of voice
a passion so deep
in language not understood
but felt
breath funnelled
through instruments
evoking sounds
through hands and feet
Rock n Roll moves
operatically
through ears to heart
hips mardi gras en force
from them to us
and in between
a party begins
(Inspired by the notion that every conversation is not just one of words)
Categories:
funnelled, humanity, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
a blackness now looms
funnelled vortex shows anger
nearer, we now wait
daylight to night-time
shadows of spewing debris
devastation rules
aftermath now in view
nuclear surround springs to mind
regeneration
Categories:
funnelled, loss, natural disasters, nature,
Form: Haiku
Scream louder in the brain,
Work hard to deaden the pain...
The gnawing at the roots...
The scratching noises take me to the lost sanity that will never gain victory again,
Sanity? Victory? I scoff...
In the mirror upon the wall, up the stairs down the hall,
Images past I see... fading, fading... slowly...
I see a man I never knew. Deep inside are cries of muffled sorrow.
The hurts of being lost with out direction,
Hope... again I scoff...
The darkness filtered from disgust and disbelief is no longer diluted with dust particles of light,
But the density is pure...
Pure darkness that not only reaches deep into the heart but engulfs the madness,
The madness that I call myself.
There has never been peace in this madness,
Only delusions of happiness that seem to twist any reality into unrecognizable fate.
A direction that spirals with the darkness and has the funnelled power of a twister,
Bringing destruction in its path...
Yet, in the midst of the delusion a small spark of curiosity catches the eye,
And for a brief moment...
As in the eye of the storm...
By Pernell Rodocker
Categories:
funnelled, depressionlost, lost,
Form: I do not know?