each step
down an overstep
emacing
defacing
the pond's complexion
and its inflexion
reflection
Categories:
inflexion, nature,
Form: Verse
Scented with perfume, in as imagined
Heart melting into each words inflexion
Feeling softly, paper creases crumpled
We drew in each breath by resonation
The pen that so wrote, held by loves own hand
Bare canvas enlivened by touch divine
Within love bubble spherical we stand
Loving heart reads the words, as mind aligns
Essence of presence centred in the void
As we become both reader and writer
Our unified consciousness overjoyed
Unspoken words felt by meditator
Centred self thus reading the love letter
Is both the receptor and transmitter
07-January-2021
Categories:
inflexion, love, spiritual,
Form: Sonnet
Aren't you 'I'...!
Grown over and beyond time, as my woman,
and the same period for me as your man!
Seen this world and across, being a part of it;
every moment was 'One' when our 'Soul' lit!
Together with that unique incandescence,
did that sense of nothingness make sense!
With or without you is never ever a question;
we are apart physically is just mind's notion!
Words are mere inflexion - 'Sounds' - low 'n' high!
in cherished silence does it reveal - aren't you 'I'!
Categories:
inflexion, how i feel, muse,
Form: Couplet
Long travelled
am I,
amongst words
that have sailed
in and out of months
beyond the horizon
of years and age.
Set down
and scrolled out
in lexical identity
on parchment stane
quarried and carried
in the soft strom
of half light.
Earlier
I gave
a cursory nod
to the old man,
I had not considered then
that his solitary stature
would guide so many.
But his
aching, half arched frame
in washed out form,
guards entry
and signals the
traveller
of tides the
glimpse of long lost siblings.
And in your flatter
inflexion,
my attention drew,
to the obvious
island words,
that take shape
their derivative
prose.
Sung in angular
and Whale like form
their signature
icon denotes
my spiritual home.
And so,
the ellipsis
hidden from view
was always there,
its codified embodiement
still breathing amongst the living,
in you and I,
and all the seas
that ever were.
For time,
as with the bluntness
of Helgi’s flint like passion
…………the writing is on the wall
Categories:
inflexion, time,
Form: Imagism