Your mind is an open book,
A museum piece on display
For the world’s prying eyes
To gaze upon, judge, pulling
Apart each gyrus as though
Scavenging your thoughts.
But you forget that not everyone,
Strange or familiar,
Holds the cipher that decodes
The jumbled text sprawled across
Those vast, weathered pages.
find blue summer in the undulating
fans of the kelp forests’
kelly green
swirl aquamarine waters
lemon tangs and
silvery blue angelfish dart,
dive disappear in a cloud
of color near
fluffy white sand bottom
the jet black stingray floats
like a kite
ripples ruffles flips and fusses
stops abruptly to let the
sand grains settle over wings
burying all but two round pearly
black eyes
ever observant
en garde
sunny red and vivid yellow
clownfish mingle kiss and
swish within the caressing
tentacles of the purple sea
anemones their symbiosis
on display
lit by golden shafts of
sunlight stabbing thirty and
forty feet angled through
the feathery kelp limbs
amber seahorses buck and rock
with the ocean waves
and currents of deeper cooler
waters flowing like underwater
rivers through the warm
buoyant waters of the
colorful kelp
Corals in colors carefully
chosen by Poseidon for their
elements of smiles, giggles
and warm hardy laughter
sea cucumbers decorate
the sands surrounding
the bases of the
kelp as they reach stretching
up to 300 feet to the
tossed gyrus and
sulcus of the ocean
sea foam surface
Doom quartz grew into an orb of lilacs,
Colloidal ash colors of a spiny dusk cast.
Bright Atlantic crystal cobalt simply lacks,
Put down that rainbow-chasing. It's too fast.
Dull kohl lawn, drawn by an iron's sad grip,
Such rosy horns ring all across such dark.
This squid's damp oasis on a tropical trip,
Snow squirms as a crimson aroma sparks.
Cotton-soggy lips with abstract inlay,
Chromatic cracks amid a snow-shady iris.
It was a noxious moth, silk-awash lay,
And bright lizards coming in front of gyrus.
Amidst a blissful bluish glow of a moon,
Forlorn daisy aroma in gold artwork soon?
Written January 1st, 2023
Lipogram Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
cortex aMYADALA
cribriform pLATES
cINGULATE gYRUS
PUSSY WILLOW
PUSSY WILLOW
THE SOFT BRANCHES
OF LOVE
PUSSY WILLOW
PUSSY WILLOW
THE SOFT COMFORTS
OF LOVE DEFINED
For an hour of your time
I could write a poem
Remembered
for two lifetimes
The simplest touch
altering generational
I told you so's
Placating troubled minds
introducing you to the tip
of what you were meant
to do
Becoming
fully aware
of favorite lines
to the point of choking
while maintaining air
Questioning how far
wisdom goes
Secretly, desiring to remain
unaware
you won't mind lending
me your mind
for more time
allowing my fingers
to become
entwined in
your gyrus
you'll respond to my Mrs.
in sixty seconds or less
Now, tell me how you really feel
we've got 59 left.
Death drawn enter spawn
Dying among angry young
Arise aware after scare
Loves flare heavy glare
Inner doubt comes about
Heart lying rigid icing
Moral needs super seeds
Vital virus wound gyrus
Human storm giant swarm
Exist enemy final elegy.
Dec.19.2017
Fem Bogstaver
Sponsored by: Rhoda Tripp
Ragged thoughts marching like stoned centipedes.
To the slag heap of the lost.
Intertwined with eternity's brine.
Waiting to reunite with meaning.
A lightning strike- mind o fire.
Insomnia rapes the dream.
Splay the centipedes across the page.
Like autumn leaves o'er vampire graves
or twitching feet in a gyrus maze.
The destiny of brilliant beams
is the outback of the furthest ... reach...
Sadistic magicians pulling diamonds
back into centipedes.
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