GRAVITAS
to absorb
asuage
& whisper
dominates
casting
bewitching
beauty
smoth
&round
as
shadows
are revealed
to flicker
& entwine
where
serenity
in calm release
emerhes
smoith
&white
in
line
&light
feeling
so
elusive
to
grasp
distends
in
tears
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Gravitas
Hey blue
hello there red
Achoo!
Stay clear
It’s contagious
You hear!
Go now!
I can’t resist
Somehow
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03/03/2021 pictures # 2
sophisticated
asethetical art
conceived its midst
of
a multiplicity
of identity
the threshold man
outrageous output
corollas of fantasy
&giddy gravitas
a legacy
still invades
the passive eye
touching
sensorial
undulating
energetic
fragmentary
linear
frescos
curves&colour
furnished
from body
to
space
a fantasy
outrageous
shadows of
expounded realism
denuded&
decorative
gestures
of
love
I- Insight without intuition
N-Never to understand
T-Trapping what can’t be caught
E-Endgame to confound
R-Riddle we play with ourselves
E-Earnestly said nothingness
S-Spoken in bewilderment
T-Time and again
I-In our ongoing confusion
N-Never capturing why
G-Gravitas without Veritas
…. Interesting!
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
IV. Gravitas
To impart that of which serves as the foundation to the first question.
Yet not to contemplate the premise is folly.
For the premise holds in itself a query.
Perchance The Query.
If I may indulge in such pursuits.
Follows then a discourse upon solitary elegance.
Profound.
Humbling.
Singularity.
© veritatem voluntatem 2015?
Dearest green mother;
Tis your godly soul brother…
Self recycled my vibration…
Synchronized to your beacon station…
Simplicity to your mystery, cycles of reincarnation…
Intelligent resource utilization…
Prevents our home degradation…
Mans being enchanted by another tangible green…
Love for money cloaks discernment from containing valued meaning…
You shake cities attempting to wake them from the poisoned apple sleep…
Eat pure from your organic skin, reverses idiocies that herd the fearful sheep…
More and more each day, numbers grow; who see rhythm from your way…
Harmony is the true course…
Reconnect from giving love back to our life source…
Sun
moon,sea-
routinely
in rhythm are
we
Written yesterday afternoon in the garden took about a minute from idea to paper