(“Corpus Callosum”, 2017, original encaustic)
Reverse Osmosis of Life
It’s a two way street
The way reality exists
Divided into truth on one side
And illusion’s delusions the other,
And yet the most fascinating aspect
Is the membrane that exists between the two
A membrane of I don’t know what,
But which I’m sure the ancients had a name for,
Which divides, insulates and yet connects
And filters through cosmic osmosis
The personal and transpersonal,
Or you could say the mortal and immortal.
Sometimes I can feel the membrane at work
Seeing it even just beyond the limits of my mind’s eye
Knowing what it’s doing
As it transpires
Because I am in fact on both sides simultaneously
At least to some degree.
Everything after all is an extension
And expression of Life,
You, me, us,
In whatever forms it finds us
From refined and subtle to coarse and gross.
The other night I dreamt of being a bridge
Not a figurative one, but literally
An object with girders and cross members
Able to span a stream or gully.
It didn’t surprise me, just intrigue me
That the creative nature of the Mind
Is what it is
And in fact, is all there is.
(8/18/25)
Categories:
insulates, life, perspective, spiritual,
Form: Narrative
Following the rhythm of the universe,
slipping into slumber, entwined with soul,
pristine presence, feeling blissful and whole,
draws into heart, a melodious verse.
Silence insulates us from thought forms terse
and within womb of space, we have no goal,
save becoming the flame, scriptures extol,
without any need for us to rehearse.
We dream poetry, in stillness of night,
imbibing gently, music of the spheres,
stored in memory, to pen down at morn,
as emotes of our soul, drenched in delight,
borne by bliss beats that ceaselessly so spears,
core of our being, with each breath reborn.
Categories:
insulates, dream, poetry, spiritual,
Form: Sonnet
The Composition of Shadows
by Michael R. Burch
“I made it out of a mouthful of air.”—W. B. Yeats
We breathe and so we write; the night
hums softly its accompaniment.
Pale phosphors burn; the page we turn
leads onward, and we smile, content.
And what we mean we write to learn:
the vowels of love, the consonants’
strange golden weight, each plosive’s shape—
curved like the heart. Here, resonant,
sounds’ shadows mass beneath bright glass
like singing voles curled in a maze
of blank white space. We touch a face—
long-frozen words trapped in a glaze
that insulates our hearts. Nowhere
can love be found. Just shrieking air.
Published by The Lyric, Candelabrum, Iambs & Trochees, Triplopia, Romantics Quarterly, Hidden Treasures, ImageNation (United Kingdom), Yellow Bat Review, Poetry Life & Times, Vallance Review, Poetica Victorian
Categories:
insulates, writing,
Form: Sonnet
You know it's true, a bed that's fresh can help you sleep at night!
A metaphor, but so much more, tight ships embrace the dawn
Of coming day. They birth accord, help make day's prospects bright.
You wake refreshed and not enmeshed, life's problems more a yawn.
Clean sheets are more than attitude, in fact, a kind of love,
Like underwear your mother ironed, though hard to understand
They’re lighter, somehow kiss the skin, it’s like you wear a glove
That insulates unwanted touch; you wake up feeling grand.
And cleanliness can serve day too, for purity weighs less,
Has aura that presents a glow and flavors what you show
To others, treating self suggests you don’t need to confess
Malfeasance (for a simple man has room in which to grow!)
It's how we make our bed each day that truly sets the stage,
Clean sheets with friends mean no amends restrict our flow at all,
Few tides to fight or waves to breach, a respite as we age,
And might, in fact, mean someone catches us the day we fall.
Long Tooth
Sunday, 07/29/2018
Categories:
insulates, care, life, wisdom,
Form: Rhyme
An aromatic breeze
mingles fragrances of lilac and rose
with the spicy scent of your auburn hair
releasing whiffs of Balsama,
an ancient perfume Caesar gifted to Cleopatra.
My hand finds yours, and we laugh in unison,
our lips yearning to touch.
Time pauses in our bubble of happiness,
where love insulates us from reality.
And we absorb the moment,
drinking in the essence of our souls.
Feeling feelings freely shared,
we step through the looking glass together!
Your heart melds with mine
as we melt into each other's arms,
our lips locking
into a passionate, arousing, intimate kiss!
Our pulses start to race, and our hearts pound,
for we are physically and emotionally in sync.
But as love reaches beyond the moment, time resumes,
and we hold hands happily enjoying the gift of each other,
satisfied, enamored, and content, all the side effects of love!
(Free Verse)
May 1, 2018
Categories:
insulates, emotions, feelings, happiness, imagery,
Form: Free verse
It’s a place for affairs,
A gathering place
That for centuries has graced town squares.
The Market—it’s social,
Brimming with culture
In cities or towns, on mountains or coastal.
There—barter's real,
Through each offered pence
These gateways for shoppers and deals.
So imagine the awe,
When no sign points the way
A Town's Market—obscured and withdrawn?
Lost on dark streets, quiet and narrow,
Cobblestones and shoppers—they wander
Searching they wind, or stroll straight as an arrow.
Irony abounds, within the mere thought,
Of a Market hidden from plain view
That insulates shoppers, from getting things bought.
Categories:
insulates, culture, missing, social, society,
Form: Rhyme
The fatness of your skin insulates
My still small voice infiltrate
To the depth of a thick soul
A mind never regenerated
In my new ways pronounce
And your way is thicket as you chose it
And trod not in ways ancient
Hence peace is vapor
Categories:
insulates, lost love,
Form: Verse
Out of my seven girlfriends
Six and a half are married
one is conscientiously married
to her inner, juxtaposed situation
the second is married to the innuendos
of a rat race,
sitting all day without a back rest
even on a gloomy dark clouds day
the third has chosen a man
to quench her hunger of joint fallacies
of anger, of greed, of plastic smiles
the fourth has married the contours
of self obsessed melancholic constructs
fifth is an abstract piece of broken clay
married to her enigma, which shows in her gaze
the sixth is on an eclectic bond
with her own split self,
a merger of effervescent intellect and a cosmic zombie
the first half of the seventh is unmarried
lives that part as a quintessential single,
open, vulnerable, desolate, creative
the second half is married
to her traverse past
which insulates her from future decadence
Categories:
insulates, girl, girlfriend, imagination,
Form: Blank verse
A bitter rind of sorrow encapsulates my heart:
it insulates;
it separates.
Insensitive the laughing throng
regurgitates their song,
unknowing and uncaring,
blindly shoving me along.
A bitter rind of sorrow encapsulates my heart.
Copyright, 4/28/2014
Faye Gibson
Categories:
insulates, bereavement, grief,
Form: Free verse
I'd give anything today,
Anything to feel that burning fiery love
The kind that'll make any woman swoon,
The kind that portals her straight to the moon
I'd give anything today,
Anything to feel that burning fiery love
The kind that consumed Romeo and Juliet
The kind which blossoms vivacious violet
I'd give anything today,
Anything to feel that burning fiery love
The kind that chars and insulates concurrently
The kind that'll make him hold her unrelentingly
I'd give anything today,
Anything to feel that burning fiery love
The kind that knows neither distance nor time
The kind that chooses her without a crime
I'd give anything today,
Anything to feel that burning fiery love
The kind that eradicates all doubts and fears
The kind that unquestioningly listens and hears
The kind that shows appreciation nomatter how puny
The kind that kisses like death is on its heels
That kind that thaws, strengthens and heals...
Categories:
insulates, love,
Form: Free verse
Cut off diffusion from its gate
that mast confusion insulates
its own conclusion, while sedates
affinity, binds not God's state!
And strings of justice intimate
life's own true standing contemplates
the aggravation is relate
encumbrances soul's restorate!!!
So cut me off from solaced fate
my own adjourn indoctrinate
the going forth, my medals hate
but freedom, freedom to create!
The blowing casts its youthful mate
while I of self's uniqueness late
am in disguise to build abate
and rescue pride in my times date!
While followers fumble for their plate,
I pull away ~ repatriate!
Categories:
insulates, hope, love, peace, uplifting,
Form: Rhyme