Four years old and short of breath,
in a tented bed at the end of the ward,
the terror of separation in check only
because Mother had told me she would be
there in the morning, first thing.
But she wasn't, and at last I just wailed
across the receding rows of sick children
and they, like sympathetic strings,
howled back in atonal harmonics.
The bulging matron shouted: "SHUT UP!",
and grumbled loudly about “that brat”.
Later, when Mother arrived,
the matron handed me a toy
with a smile,
that did not reach her eyes.
It began as tone—
no origin,
no end—
a chord mistaken for a world made whole.
A held vibration gathered into shape;
harmonics thickened into edges felt,
and silence filled with structures made of sound.
A pattern looping through a field of noise,
hoping repetition made it true.
Desire tuned the body into pitch,
insisted on a key, a fixed resolve,
refusing dissonance its right to pass.
But slowly, the will releases intervals;
resolutions drift without a home, and rhythm slips its measure into air.
Overtones collapse to quieter threads;
no struck glass shivering into light,
no instrument remains to house the sound.
No echo left to gather into form
only the unheard,
unstruck,
unheld
a silence
prior to all music,
where nothing ever
needed
to be shaped.
Sea in cool of evening;
course-wind and surf stirs me.
Stars open the heavens;
invited to high tea
with the Lord’s harmonics.
No better place to be.
She is Astra, an inner star,
a nocturn upon the lips of silence.
There is a solitude that is worshipful.
Sing to her
in the breath's vibration,
sing a tuneful silence.
She is seen,
not through any sunlight or moonshine -
light and darkness are hers alone.
She is interstellar,
her music
fills our eyes with what she sees.
Resonate then
with her measureless silence
the spheres of being will align
and the harmonics
of her bliss
will be yours.?
River, Heart, Gaze, Eclipse, Lush, Tender
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A gentle flowing RIVER
reflecting an ECLIPSED moon
no tides, no pretended pull,
unlike influenced ocean
flows TENDERLY not hurting
dear lives depending on her
LUSH vibrant gulmohar trees
stand sentinel banking her
where greenish feathery leaves
sway to give full shade decor
They speak in new love whispers,
meaningless sweet so nothings
Oh! Tired song birds sleep-perching
light on frail branches of trees
Embrace lovers' ambience,
a lullaby to HEART'S fill
Stars GAZE in combined wonder
at glistening mild river
Somewhere near, a lonely heart
immersed in soothing music
Asks the cool breeze to carry
harmonics and secret notes
listeners hear, walkers walk
towards divine melody
see my hand it has a gewgaw in
and to my lips I kiss the day
with her sounds I repeat back
in overtones and harmonics
of a heart whose breath is wide
horizonal, for scope, there is scope
and much to fill with a beauty
of song and call and secretness
yet do I not keep the outside out
these harp filled moments
allow my alone to distant inwards
solitary in an openness of voyage
among this voice of many voices
for it is here in this everywhere
that soothes, that steals, that builds
and my direction honed, renewed
oh these moments pass too quickly
once I’m out of the eternity
but the whet and drive has thirst
see my hand it has a gewgaw in
and to my lips I kiss the day
Great eagerness in the pursuit of wealth, pleasure, or honor, cannot exist without sin. - Desiderius Erasmus
Three rumbustious good friends
Wealth, Pleasure and Power
Took a break from their
Busy lives and went to a forest
To spend a free fun day together
They were startled to see
A hut, laid back, hidden
In pristine green, a
Flowing rivulet played harmonics
As tall trees swayed just to breathe fresh air
A wise couple lived there
With eerie quietude -
Truth and Happiness
Little needs kept them away riches
And Loss never crossed their path ever
A heavenly retreat
Yet, the hut's calmness choked
The three merry friends
Who left eagerly like hurried thieves
While the couple felt safe and relieved
Emaciated test-tube mutations
Raised apart in pristine distillations
Conceived in dexedrine celebrations
and the crazed, ecstatic inhalations
of the professor’s choicest pheromones
Right-angled, inverted, and star-spangled
Drained and dangled till their nerves were jangled
Nearly psychedelically strangled
Quantumly, at a distance, entangled
On celestially balanced microphones
Their unproven kaleidoscope harmonics
Haywire mk-ultra histrionics
Phosphoric rhapsodical symphonics
And their backward time-lapse polyphonics
Transcribed on interstellar xylophones
For homunculus scintillations
Splintered, syncopated oscillations
And desperate mute gesticulations
No one beats those galactic sensations
Our own mad-twin Splitzmodic Vibratones
I hear it on cold clear nights -
the singing.
A vast distance vibrating,
as if violin strings were being stretched,
to reach inside my head,
and there they play long extended notes,
resonating in unhurried slow pitched motion.
Yet there are harmonics,
rhythmic pulses and variations.
A cosmic orchestration not of this earth,
nor of any other world,
but a pure Consciousness.
reaching out and inwards.
If when listening, I go into my silence,
I then know, beyond any doubt,
that it is I,
none other than my own infinite mind
that calls to me.
Life is a song,
Life is a ballad,
Each day write the lines,
Time scripts each verse.
Life is a symphony,
Dawn sets the tune,
Twilight permutes the harmonics,
Tomorrow determines the pitch.
Hope changes life’s song,
Faith modifies its rhythm,
Redemption becomes its theme,
Newness becomes its message.
As we come close to life’s final door,
Its music gradually fades,
It comes to an abrupt stop,
As the door closes.
January 7, 2023.
Tickle stamen dances with the dew.
Released, scent in the air,
fragranced sweetly K-new.
Bubble your brew of pheromone v-aperture
My attention from your look of capture
Brook mirroring syndication of air
Vagrant incendiary caption of
captivation sniff stare
Female patterns in holding
Memories mansion room unfolding,
scaffolding, molding
Fingering you to be most there
Ole Factory building, crescendo of
harmonics produced gilding as eyes water in their Venused trap closing
in seduced dosaging (passaflora incarnata)
carnal erotica
mooning with purples and pinks,
flash of ovary, seed,
flirting with your dopamine, audacity
In the womb of the atmosphere of the heavens'
on-look enclave.
I am a clade that is made of carbon's reflex of.
diamond look timing light of spirit inlay,
a bolted word en-phrase.
I am the world's new living ray.
An incidental love sent from a crystal clear font
of nora burst in the key of harmonics, the colour of.
thirsts.
In a word, the symbol is a key
of the beginning's
re-circled in verse.
In the womb of the sky ,
"in the charms of your moons satellite eye".
Clad in a cube of atoms
that is a symbol of the light within righteous
"I" forged.
A dressed blessed stage
of creation greenroom at the face
of a celestial gated shift of -phase,phrased-
space non-adrift, but posed to poise to pose to.
propose.
Held, Aloft between two points in vantage,
in placed at unique frequency of Matters diode
in Sentile state of blessed mode.
The xylophone and marimba are often compared
Harmonics being the difference between the two
Marimba with softer notes shared
as harder notes from the xylophone ensue
Whatever instrument is played
Dulcet melodies come forth to delight
With wooden bars arrayed
Xylophone rhythms take flight
As a mallet taps on those wooden bars
To create those breezy notes
Notes that chime with twinkling stars
and a song on the breeze now floats!
4-27-2023
Writing Challenge - Words With 'X' - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Drugged on the recollection of despair
Glimmer in the distance,
Brighter landscapes that fill the air.
This air is restoring everything.
Wonderful journeys await this sin,
Condensed smiles are lingering.
I'm ready to go out and soak it in.
Intoxicated on mournful memories
Faint glows encompass,
A ghoul is beheld in these reveries.
Have you got a heart of narcotics?
I don't believe a word you’ve told.
You claim you are of beautiful harmonics,
With my soul in your choke hold.
ubiquitous in sounds and silences
constancy its own enchanting entity
the ebb and flow of nurtured routine
vibrates a pulse intimately familiar
seasoned in delicate grooves and patterns
the formality of most minute rituals
afloat bathing in delightful energies
peppered potential for adventure
the rhythm sweet in its harmonics
adrift in hazy foggy remembrances
ripple effect through a morning daze
the day slowly morphing into focus
shapes and sounds swirling
knock at the door of suspended reality
the gently waking from a drowse
come in ~ i want to hesitate
float idle in suspended oscillation
if only for a few more treasured moments
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~MINDFULLY~ 2021
AP: 2nd place 2021, Honorable Mention 2021
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