On Nacpan Beach my dreams take flight
No past to haunt and no wrongs to right
Turquoise waves hum songs of endless peace
My soul drifts and all memories cease
While on holiday the skies are wide
Worries fade with the changing tide
Grains of cream-colored sand under salty air
Accommodate each blissful step without a care
Endless rows of coconut trees oversee granularity
The scent of the ocean brings unburdened clarity
As the sun dips low a variety of colors ignite
Over a golden canvas of tranquil delight
Lazily napping on a hammock between palm trees
Sleepiness whisks me away under the whispering breeze
Categories:
granularity, beach, dream, ocean,
Form: Free verse
In the shadows, there’s a certain clarity,
A taste of downcast darkness,
A truthful distillation.
In the shadows, there’s a granularity,
A note of deep resignation,
A smokey reverie.
In the shadows, there’s a drowsy gauze,
A placid, pensive surrender,
A tranquil, hushed balm.
There’s a solitude in the shadows
On the edges of our survival.
In the shadows, there’s a roving phantasm,
A secret summoning presence,
A holy reckoning.
In the shadows, there’s a biting wind,
A polar pivot between life and death,
A dark reaper beckoning.
In the shadows, there’s a waiting epiphany,
A shred of universal mind,
A being and becoming.
There’s a solitude in the shadows
On the edges of our survival.
In the shadows, there’s a quantum inkling,
A blink of teleportation,
A ghostly comprehension.
In the shadows, there’s a whisper bodhi,
A glint of mindful rapture,
A quiet, private lumen.
In the shadows, there’s a bead holding all,
A speck of every thought,
A trace of every entanglement,
A solitude in the shadows.
Accepted for Publication: The Opiate, Spring. 2024
Categories:
granularity, dark, god, introspection, muse,
Form: Free verse
Salty taste of hell sweeps through the sanguine land
Generated fire by the wavering drunken sun
The disc up in the sky less satiated
Red ball is in disguise by afternoon still happy
Explodes in blinding light
Nomads going nowhere share the pain
Sheet covered creatures meander slow
Move through the threaded saffron strands of golden waves
Over dunes of granularity
That make up the ocean floor from desert top to bottom
Discernible footing is somewhere between air and earth
At times steps seem to disappear
Camels slide along, one hump at a time
Rocking more from instability than drinking heat
Water is a mirage, lost company in the distance
Thirst tastes delicious in the desert dry
Salt is by your side like a religion
Glistens in sun light as you walk by
Categories:
granularity, abuse, adventure, conflict, desire,
Form: Free verse