The road curls like a lazy ribbon toward the sea.
The music hums low, windows down, my hand slicing the wind like I’m baptizing myself in motion.
And then it hits me—
That smell.
Honeysuckle and salt water.
Sweet and sharp.
Like sugar on the edge of a blade.
Like the promise of something sacred just out of sight.
It always hits before I can see the ocean.
The scent remembers before my eyes do.
It wraps around me, soft and sticky, whispers, “You’re almost home.”
The air thickens. Not heavy—holy.
It tastes like summer and survival.
Like barefoot afternoons.
Like kisses that never needed explaining.
Like the version of me that used to believe in forever without apologizing for it.
And then, just over the hill, there it is...
The horizon, split in light.
The sea, wild and waiting.
The wind carries salt across my lips like a lover’s fingertips, and I smile before I even realize I’m doing it.
Not because I found something new—
But because I remembered what was always mine.
Intoxicating bubbles that flow within
The smell of damp bark and leaves trickle down into my lungs
deep somber comes after I realize I have to leave
Immersed with beautiful thoughts and prayer
as I immersed in the air
A gaze so tender,
Even from afar so amber,
Heart jumping in aflutter,
How can a person so much render,
In perfect voice and eyes so wanting,
Taking my time to grace this occasion,
Extending my hands in persuasion,
Allow me this invasion,
I am willing to be indicted
Of this love accusation.
© Written Whispers
Reading another poetry anthology
Looking at the words; thinking mirrors,
Reflecting no image, capturing my spirit.
Magician savants, transporting my feelings
Across life’s terrain with eyes that feel
The heartbeat of the stones,
The breath of every tree,
And the memory of every Poet
That has ever lived.
Immersed in our role, we vent rage
Let us then doublethink
Why needless mind battles we wage
Let us repair this chink
Stupor is our illness
Stillness path to wellness
Ushering blissfulness
Love and light our goal
Immersed in our role
Fire burns through the old me raging
it triggers my transformation;
The ashes fall with the cleansing
and build a rugged foundation;
Flames bring about reinvention
that forces my cocoon to burst
and kickstart this revolution
with passion I become immersed.
IMMERSED
so fascinating
I recognise
a participant
existence
engaged
&critically
alert
& bewitched
I love
hearing
the torrents
of sound
this sensorium
throbbing
in an array
of art
inundated
by light
so
alluringly
mystical
experienced
in this way,
formal terms
sensation
& consciousness
fused
freestanding
yet
cascading
merged
in a detonation
of colour
saturated
images
of
surreal
dimension
both
spiritual both
&sensual drama
visual
ebbs &flows
to inaugurate
sacrosanct
rituals
in
liberation
of the eye
fantasy
in
experience in
echo
under
immersive
happenings
dissolved into
impressions
A contemporary haiku-
ah! love and hate
rating high.
Feeling the moment
Absorbed.
Involved in the minute
Engulfed.
Buried deep
Filled with tears.
Mourn and weep
Immersed.
Fusing with the dust particles in the universe
Arms stretched..I lay, probing my pair with blazing eye
Many other bodies were spiralling around me
Not knowing what they were up to..
Was busy flitting in the air amidst space glinting..
Slowly perceiving that-I was in sky as a gleaming star.
15-6-2020
Note: StarDust Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud
the forest immersed
in the silence of twilight . . .
deer tracks in fresh snow
Dec. 8, 2019 for Tania Kitchin's A Nature Themed Haiku Poetry Contest
I feel the silken flow of blue
across my flesh;
tranquil, pigment rolls
upon my soul like paint on a canvas;
caressing my spirit.
Blue scent of Lilac and Bluebells,
Bachelor Button blue wafts
past my mind and I breathe in it’s
passion; a balance of
euphoric bliss and
etheric memory.
Heaven’s Elysian blue waves
roll across façade of mind;
Akashic enlightenment bleeds
through my soul;
the taste of ambrosia is
God’s kiss...
an electrical blue dance sparks;
I am alive.
Static energy bursts forth;
I am one, I am all, I am everything...
I am!
Deeply
covered.
Surrounded.
Breathing,
eating, dealing.
Daily
understanding
wrapped in
local realities.
Know
nothing
more,
nothing
different.
Local time
molds
reality.
Different times
different realities.
Embalmed in
air, smell,
sight and
sound!
Realities of
a planets
creationism.
Each unique,
alien.
Each foreign
to each.
Universal
diversity,
none
the same.
Infinite
possibilities
there be.
Thoughts on World Diabetes Day(14th Nov.2018):
'Immersed in the ocean of Blessing'
Immersed in the ocean of blessing,
God's mercy all times encompassing.
Even then all times Iam complaining,
Petty things I never forgetting.
At the 'have-nots' Iam never looking,
My own self, I keep on prodding.
A young man on dialysis was running,
Our water-works are really fascinating!
With a white cane a lady was walking,
Eyesight is miracle,for all who are retaining !
Whose heart is aching and failing,
What a blessing this pump entailing !
On the above three as Iam pondering,
Each insult 'diabetes' was causing.
God always Iam thanking,
For the health & right path He's showing.
Diabetes always I'll be fighting,
The suffering I'll always be guiding.
Everyone is immersed
in corporality and wealth.
No one,no love from anyone.
What will happen tommorow?
Nobody realizes this.
Everyone is immersed
in corporality and wealth.
No one,no love from anyone.
Every human being
is incomplete today.
Regardless, everything
is right with him.
Wealth,fame,bunglow,carriage,
Do not give sleep, someone dear.
It now the whole world,
but still no one remember this.
Everyone is immersed
in corporality and wealth.
No one,no love from anyone.
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