The thick heavy coat of my worries,
is weighing me down,
Clinging down to the bottom of a frozen lake.
Why can’t I slip this off and free myself?
Self inflected agony,
the panic of forgetting how to breathe.
The baby laying in the bassinet, her twin brother nine minutes apart, a painful statement would follow her all of her life..baptized at birth, was that a curse.
We’re brought home, my brother is held close to his mother’s chest, new born baby smell is so calming, meanwhile the baby girl is still in the basinet, no knowledge of her birth did
the mom know..
The babies are now crawling, soon they will start walking, talking too bad only the son existence matters to this world…
Years go by, still nothing has changed, nine minutes not knowing of me being conceived will always be echoed by her family.
Here we are as adults, my family has gone separate ways, our mother is no longer here, she’s with the Creator, my existence on this earth as a mom herself, who fully knows her children were each conceived out of love, with a man whom saved her life, when she was an adult crawled into a fetal position protecting herself from her siblings who only inflected pain in words, abuse, and not of love. I was that baby who was born nine minutes too late..
As one dear friend said to me, “they saved the best for last”.
CADENCE intonation inflected euphniously
The
metaphysical
of
human scale
counts
spectral closeness
centirely
of colour
flanking form
in
extreme
asymmetry
lateral
inflections
continuity
presence
of verticals
with
unshakable
&unfastened
by
zips
of
speed &energy
in
areas
&planes
subtly inflected
monochromatic
partitions
textured
& with
irregular effect
in
visual tension
of
contrasting colors
Nostrils flared every so slightly
Jaw tightened, strangling a smile,
Teeth clenched were locked in traffic jam, seized up
Eyes narrowed to piercing dagger points leering with malice
On the face and brow, the wrinkles erupted tight, highlighted
Complexion inflected flushed ruddy ruby red with rage
Breaths were short, sharp, shallow and puffy.
Clearly this was a seen-seething opening scene.
Despite attempts to stall and hide the curtain roll,
behind the grimace of lips vice-gripped,
and teeth clenched into a feeble, forced and fake smile,
was the seething scene that didn't fool anyone in the room!
TRANQUILLITY
a sight line
touches
surfaces
patterning
animated austere
images
an inherent
theme
drama
sleepy in nature
manmade
yet
where
pictorial
verticals interrupt
&
empty
in a
slow disposition
inflected
&evokes a silent
dreamlike
state
bereft
of humankind
meticulously
explored
by
the resolute
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Finch trembles in a golden spray
Grading the ant
Oh door less oak squeals
Never platitudes
suit you like a T
Cradles inflected tease and ones
King of the row boat
The S so lowly
Infectious scars legally
mellow in my marshes
Sea is loud
As the sun arose
The question you didn’t have to ask...
the only answer you need
(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
An endless emptiness lays before me
Shadows drift on my horizon's line
What could have been is now my life's debris
In a realm of if, by the world's design
When we danced our last in rays from moonlight
The time used was to fulfill love's sorrow
Days were so fleeting like dreams from the night
They lingered in the heart of tomorrow
I question the mind of what could have been
And chase warm shadows from a sunset lost
I'll pluck the deep wound from my heart's peeled skin
And judge the pain inflected by its cost
Time spins and our passion could not forsee
Perhaps on day, we'll find a way to be
contest If only, maybe
8/2/20
time is not a spell - porous plague:
bounty bewitchment squinching crest,
la-de-da odds fostering surge,
drooling dirge heaving lanky lurch
time ain't perforated portion
ascribed by nocturnal nature:
hankering hectares feigning fields,
swaying swigs, fused figs, sumptuous spree
time outsmarts a tool - meagre mist:
gaunt fashion, gullible mimick,
fleshened forensics, torn tactics
inflected blitzkrieg, damp disc'pline
taunted time is an oxygen
breathe through it or wane without it.
'20:06:10:15:57
Note: of taunted time.
Symbols of structured prose,
an instant insight when read
aloud.The prose of poetry purposed,
to experience,once and forever
then filed in the mind’s eye&ear.
When triggered,to be recalled
and repeated over again& again.
A living voice intoned and inflected
echoing as an everlasting ripple
acroos momentary eternity,indelibly
sketched,a recorded act, of life
Hideous hank hoisted
smoothened scrunched sculpted
tactic turn twisting
scared surges skipping
smithereens into span
contracted turbulent trance
vile vibed passion
inflected per punctures
birthed by seizures
damped draws drooping
growling gaunt gaiety
lanky lust lurching
ensconced eyes envisaged
weary lids wakes.
19:11:13:13:20
Category : Obsession
I beg for a haven prison please let open your gates
freed of enraptured weak thoughts now still your love dominates
My rivals for your love shall all be all rejected
thoughts love turning their vintage wine a sour inflected
Smashing statues broken mirrors just convexities
captive my loves wounds just absorbing concavities
The hunt is over and I hear the call to prayer
lover a man contented now no more solitaire
On the eve of the new call,
wits mated with passion,
zeal donated by conception,
hypersensitive pulls attracted all,
contracts into a horrendous span
as independence made for the span.
But after those,
the cry was severed by greed
seasoned by ills inflected by politics,
as all patriots the new trend follow.
By and by: a swap
as the intended assumed claptrap.
The 1960 independence,
in depend ends.
19:10:01:15:16
It started on D - flat,
succulent & succinct
soft & rhythmic
loaning hearts pats.
the wail of the piano
caressing the voices' glissando
riffs tampered with the tune,
notes trailing tracks of crest,
demisemiquaver pruned
by the demigod crochet:
parts of belts
accompanying baritone,
baroque & tormenting bass
nursing decrescendo,
an atlas
And then clef,
embellishing the melody,
encore spill the best,
swift fortemente
Hearts lured,
esophagus of the musician
shifting. Pure
steps moving in pleasure,
as the lyrics complimented
the melody
A coda:
a flat accompaniment
severed the passion
as the keys & notes did melt
tumult in rhythm,
sundry languages inflected
the lyrics.
like concerto grosso
of courante on
bagpipes, accordion,
harps, obeos & paino.
now we're stuck
in the maze of this music,
no virtuoso could make meaning of
the tune, lyrics or melody
but we're moving our bodies,
till those that gets weary
goes to hear death's string.
19:09:22:18:47
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