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Monocrostic (Birthday of Mario F. Asuncion)
Categories:
intimation, birthday,
Form: Other
It seems so bare, still cold, unaware of the scent of the rose.
I’ll take a whiff of plastic stem, the thorns pretend, petals don’t fall.
I drop the imitation at the brushing of soft sentiment.
Categories:
intimation, flower,
Form: Sijo
Intimation of beyond
The attraction of the twilight firmament in a hazy stream,
invited me to ponder on the meadows of this timeless esteem.
Where this rotating light is a constant reflection by global sight,
apparel of celestial confinement in each moment of light.
Like the remembering and freshness of a dream,
observing the lights of heaven in this theme.
Only the utterance of time comes with grief, beautiful and fair,
while the frequency of timelessness has no promise to bare.
Echoes of images in constant seasons revealing our celestial infancy,
shades of the prison body shape shifting in this intimacy.
But behold in this light and observe how it flows,
it is the dream who daily furthers from the east and grows.
Natures priest must travel by visions splendid,
the dream makers way intended.
Time perceived will die away,
fading more and more to the light in centuries of a day.
Earth enjoys her spherical lap in celestial union kind,
unconditioned, forgiving and compassioned shined.
The ultimate mother nursing all she can maintain,
perpetual benediction simple and plain.
Categories:
intimation, inspirational love, simple, surreal,
Form: Ballade
A dusty sun on a
dusty trail,
almost sundown,
in the middle of Summer.
The west wind brings
intimation of fog
to eat into the
the sleepy heat of the day.
We are on the cusp
of day and night.
My front side is warm,
my backside is not.
Fat dog and I
sit by the stream
which grows louder with
each darkening moment.
The voices on the trail above
grow fainter as I close my eyes
and see through eyelids only
the deepening reds of the setting sun.
Breathing slows, and the rubies
that are my eyes burn crimson.
They are all I am,
ready to catch a night breeze,
and follow the sun.
Categories:
intimation, allusion,
Form: Free verse
I know now
what it is
to know
the beginning
of the end.
Categories:
intimation, life,
Form: Free verse
The diverse beauty,
converging into the most
beautiful artform...
Categories:
intimation, art, love
Form: Senryu