clear water waits still
holding no hue of its own
then sunset spills red
crimson enters without weight
the whole lake is taught to blush
glass is transparent
till fingers colour its face
or reflections bloom
every tinge gives something there
clear glass remembers each trace
white light enters glass
then leaves scattered into hues
nothing has been dyed
all colours hidden inside
waiting to be visible
love arrives unseen
in an ordinary room
somehow warmth gathers
even familiar faces
wear colours not seen before
black has no colour
still it darkens everything
grief gives nothing back
what the eye once welcomed in
returns wearing its dark shades
memory seems clear
until longing passes through
yesterday turns gold
what happened stays where it was
what we imbue changes hue
what enters us stays
though its colour can't be shamed
drop by silent drop
imbued by all that fills us
slowly becoming its name
The soft light slowly starts to fade
Where shadows erewhile softly played,
A PENUMBRA begins to spread,
An ELIXIR sets out to head
IMBUED with a magical shine
That seems to lengthen one`s lifeline
With outgrowth of a tender grace
Seeming to fly in time and space
With onset of a feel of peace
And a sense of distinctive bliss.
The blotted ink of sky engulfs my dream
While nightfall's soot and fog darken the shore,
And I , a tattered leaf, tremble midstream
Infecting my solace much like before.
Dreary this roam, this dreary roam so cold
Attended by a willow tree's limp veil;
Like ghastly air with sordid woes untold
Of slumber deepening... its tomb, my nail.
And in a haze, snow circles tainted blue
As forceful winds begin their groan, one howl
My tassels unraveling to imbue
This cry for life paling as woods befoul.
Yet, branches of hope , they rain down on me,
For spring redeems ...bright as eternity.
Dictionarilly disFUNctional
PENUMBRA…something you hide under when it’s raining pens and pencils
IMBUE….spelchek for “I’m blue”
ELIXER….what her dog does when she gives him a snack.
Written: August 17, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Nette Onclaud
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Penumbra veils the verge of mind—
half-light leans along the whispering wall,
where silence shivers, silver-thin.
I imbue the dusk with breath,
an azure ember kindling in the throat of recall.
Elixir bleeds from fractured faces of clocks,
time tincturing itself drop by dulcet drop—
each pulse a bruised, stripped wound.
Storms spiral in the marrow’s moaning,
yet love lingers—
remembering what the mind forgets.
penumbra gathered at the edge of evening,
that quiet border where outlines loosen
and the world seems to reconsider itself.
I walked through it without urgency,
letting the muted light imbue each surface~
a fencepost, a drifting leaf, my own breath~
the dimness offering a wisdom untouched by light.
a quiet drift of air brushed the understory
as if uncapping a bottle of elixir
mixed from resin, cool bark, and the faint
metallic scent of approaching night.
nothing reached out for meaning~
yet the moment felt quietly inhabited,
as if presence itself were enough.
To wander beneath lush morning trees
Imprinting varnish of leaves, anew
When July casts its charm with such ease.
~The mantle of summer decked in reds,
This cycle brings dazzle, to imbue
A warm gust embellished from voile threads.
While meadows parade their sizzled grace ,
I romp along grasses' mellow view
Till sunlight weaves its pour of embrace.
Brooks temperate quide these nimble toes
Lingering on, buds trickle on cue--
My arms tossed in whimsical repose.
Until night gently inks this wild sway ~
A prayer, a moment , this debut
Enthralls my soul...tinged by heaven's ray!
Neither
happiness
nor misery
But the
kinship
they imbue
He who feels
the deepest
grief
Is to joy
most open
to
Life dissolves
without
context
No moment
stands
alone
For light
to shine
it needs the dark
Wherein
the truth
— is shown
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Boxcar graffiti travels from town to town
It's the eye candy of someone handy, sown
In the sunshine or the rain
It travels on on the train
To all passersby it is known
Nothing short of a museum display
Nothing short of a Fairey
The colors dance
The colors romance
For all who have come out today
We've see your art in different ways
I heeded the message that it portrays
Not to be out done
It's etched for everyone
I've got my lawn chair out to save my place
When I hear that whistle blow
I look outside my window
There for me to see
The glamorous artistry
It's time to start the show
So when it comes into view
It is time to imbue
Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall
Palate, paint pen or aerosol
A boxcar reserved for me and you
Then the eerie sound sight
Of a train whistle at night
Gets my mind rolling
Memories start patrolling
I'll live forever in my minds flight
NATURAL, FEMALE she is poetry's core
A ROMANCE of the ages, now burned
But SEASONED SAGED to see what's in store,
New PAGE turned, lessons returned
She longs for the spew, the geyser's might
MA-GIVER of FIRE and true desire,
Soft as a woman holding the light,
Wet with the dew of the Amazon's pyre
WATER breaking, making draughters
To currents of talk, a blue blood stream,
Flumes flow below where futures expand
A broad expanse, a waking dream,
NECROMANCY on shifting sand
RHEOLOGY charts the change we know
MIDASOREAL touch, a golden sting
PUNCTURING darkness where seeds now grow,
NANOBOOMS echo as life takes wing
BIOLOGICALCOLOSSUS starts to creep,
BURROWING deep, the pulse we trace,
ELECTROGRAM where secrets sleep,
RAPIDPHOTOSYNTHESIS finds its space
A RUFFLE then a CHEW_SPIT, GUSH,
NANO_FISH swim, then ANALYZE we must,
IMBUE the worth that can be found,
DRESSED TO THRILL, returning dust to dust
EARTHEN MOUND, humblaia, mistress,
MATRIMONIAL HONEYMOON SEASONED ROUNDS, RUSH IN, the BY and BY
in a birthritten trust, where variety abounds
WHERE WE ARE FOUND,
EarThen Eye OfMined
And I search the ocean
for a subtle release
The seething abyss holds
no past clues within,
Which only reflects the person I've been--
I realize it now-,
I must live in the present
to prevail;
To watch each flow of sun, love's grain,
warm fire
And imbue acts of kindness to all;
coddling their ripple effect:
Because there is true meaning
in bliss, in what is now---
Not anticipating tomorrow's
tempest or storm,.
And so I drown old ghosts
in the dust and brine
Releasing what the future holds
in fate's loving hand.
a child’s little hands cup a flame from storm,
in the darkness her hands glow translucent,
to her the flame is a friend in grim surrounds,
she treats the flame like a creature with life.
In that gesture of childhood is purity of love
of selflessness, care and joys of kindness,
borne out of desire to do others good, help,
a divine quality that we all at birth imbue.
no wealth or currency in equal power exists,
nothing in such abundance as kindness does,
in every creature be it human or otherwise,
can anything be so valuable and yet intangible.
suffering, pain, loneliness, poverty, disdain,
no laws of mankind can successfully resolve,
in the savagery of existence when life torments,
kindness reaches out to heal the farthest ends.
In the creation of life and of man there are faults,
the Supreme being perhaps chose not to perfect,
but in wisdom, the being chose to offer a remedy,
Kindness, Kindness, Kindness like oceans large.
a hug, a kiss, a kindly look and a touch,
are worth a mine of gold, twice as much!
Vibrations from a Verso 7-25-25 Sponsor: Nette Onclaud Theme Chosen: Dark Coal of Night
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Dark Coal of Night
Moonbeams, morning’s prophet,
Chase coal of night
Into wombs of white fire
As flames imbue
Dreams with clarity’s gems
Facets of light,
Glittering stars of dawn ~
Diamonds of dew.
They will confess, with voices so clear,
The secrets they've kept, the lies they've held dear.
Their hearts will reveal, the truth they've concealed,
And their souls will awaken, from the darkness they've sealed.
They will confess, with tears of regret,
The pain they've inflicted, the love they've forget.
Their minds will recall, the choices they've made,
And their conscience will whisper, the truth they've delayed.
They will confess, with humility and shame,
The wrongs they've committed, the hearts they've claimed.
Their pride will be broken, their ego will fall,
And they'll see the damage, they've caused to all.
They will confess, with a willingness to change,
A desire to make amends, to rearrange.
Their lives will be transformed, their hearts will be new,
And they'll find redemption, in the truth they imbue.
They will confess, and they will be free,
From the burdens they've carried, from the secrets they've seen.
Their confession will bring, a weight lifted high,
And they'll walk in the light, with a heart full of sighs.
Nowhere is my place.
Escape evades my chase.
Shunned by lifes embrace.
Imbue with hindrance grace.
Consumed by peace I rot.
Exhume long hidden plot.
Solitude sought where it's not.
Accursed sanctum death forgot.
Self became a state of disassembling.
Formless integration of dismembering.
A gorgeous desecration of resembling.
Hopelessly fixate on not remembering.
Aimless unknown into wanderer strays.
Time lost in the wake of endless daze.
Necrosis grows so gorge on what decays.
Another phantom slipping out of phase.
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