Long Atmospheric Poems
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The sky falling, crumpled beneath a russet cloud,
shrouded by shadows swaying with the dusty flow of gases.
Blackest darkness without promised whispered rays of sunlight,
absent of visible light shifting, fading into nothingness.
The surface crackling, popped burning, mottled with brash shards
and coppery incandescent flakes simultaneously freezing and melting.
Rapid oxidation oscillating turning uncontrolled, removed from its center.
Chilly coldness surrounding scorched voices unhearable and unheard.
Echoes succumbing to the silent gravitational waves of space.
Upper-atmospheric lightening eerie and unsettlingly beautiful.
written 9/06/2020
It was 29° (f) degrees this morning with a waning gibbous (¾) moon. Still, as we started our run, it was dark enough that the world was rendered in black and white. Lisa was a sepia print of herself while Charles was a large, quiet shadow, a dark visual noise pattern.
We usually jog from our dorm, down to and along New Haven Harbor and back. Lisa and I love the ocean. The wind was in our faces this morning and there were no sparkling moon refractions in our direction, which made the water musou and colorless.
I’ve gotten my outfit down to a science, leggings under shorts, four long sleeve, dry-wicking spandex tops (layering is important), a power-wool-earflap-beanie, thermal neck gaiter and quantum, icebreaker gloves (with touch-screen compatibility) - you gotta dress warmly but be able to shed layers as needed.
I listen to audiobooks while we run. Right now, I’m on book 5 of the ‘The Expanse’ series. I don’t have time to read anything fun these days, so I listen to science-fiction/fantasy while I work-out. I love the new AirPod Pro feature that automatically turns the sound down if anyone talks.
I wear a fitbit charge around my right ankle and my Apple watch as well - they both track my run - the fitbit is more accurate but my watch sends my workout stats to my siblings - we’re uhh, sort of competitive.
At first, as we came up on the harbor, it was impossible to see the intersection of the two dark oceans - the great terrestrial and the greater galactic - but as we turned for home, there was an atmospheric scatter of blue at the edge of the horizon, heralding the sunrise on our retreating backs.
musou = one of the darkest shades of black
THE ATTRIBUTES,
OF MOTHER NATURE,
EMPHASIZE,
HER NOMENCLATURE.
ATMOSPHERIC,
ROTATING CONDITIONS,
SUPPLY ENDLESS FLURRY
OF POETIC RENDITIONS.
WINTER ,SPRING,
SUMMER AND FALL.
MOTHER NATURE
CREATED THEM ALL.
FASCINATING,
IN DISTINCTIVE WAYS .
DISPLAYING THEIR TALENTS
FOR NINETY ONE DAYS.
SNOW AND ICE,
INTO SUBLIMATION,
MATERIALIZED
HER IMAGINATION.
GRASSES AND PLANTS,
WITH MAGNIFICENT FLOWERS,
SUBCONSCIOUS FRAGRANCE
OF MYSTICAL POWERS.
ALTERATIONS,
FROM SEED TO TREE,
TRANSFORMING ICE
INTO DEEP BLUE SEAS.
DIAMONDS AND MINERALS,
JUST GOES TO SHOW,
SHE HAS A HART,
OF SILVER AND GOLD
VOLCANIC DISPLAY
OF A GOD GIVEN SOUL
BRINGS FORTH THE BEAUTY
OF MOTHER NATURES FIRST GOAL.
Michael E. Harris
08092021
ILLUMINATED REFLECTIONS
allegorical
cogniscenti
vibrant
silhouetted
symbols
exudes
affection
in
picturesque
harmony
emerges
striking
perspectives
steeped
in
captivating
enchanting
shadow
prominent
illustrative
descriptive
hints
gestures
atmospheric
distractions
protude
entwine
unfolds
patterned
&sparkling
intricately
adorned
discarding
identity
trumpets
multiple
thoughts
celebrating
embracing
simultaneously
foreshortened
smiles
proffering
featured
textures
abounding
with
appointed
highlights
masquerading
ambitious
dramatic
perspectives
streaming
abundant
elaborate
elegant
colourful
exquisite
elements
You fall...
Off my expectations;
Short of all its chances,
Given per time to wait,
For your turn around
But you rather if not just-
Maybe I was really wrong
To say this bluntly maybe,
You just turn a trick for me:
To satisfying your perception
Of me either wrong or right.
Like a feather,
You stretch unto the wind...
Yet couldn't beat its directive,
Leading you in its own way
Ahead of unattainable quest,
Against your will without check-
For a few minutes or seconds,
So to say with gladdened heart.
The beats repeatedly fly in awe,
When reality strikes off illusion.
Now tired:
Flying get boring to hold onto,
You seems reaching for the ground...
With all might to keep up with
Every breath fighting back its
Strength to sustain the recovery
Of air rushing through the nostril...
Ceasing the lungs to unusual breath,
Faster than necessary into action.
I can no longer,
For anything come what may
Or what may not as it stands,
With conscience or not its paint.
As I have come to know your take:
Is considered to be mind conscious,
Not coincidental by any force,
To be questioned or challenged
Unto or beyond its breaking limit...
I won't blame the wind,
Neither the atmospheric condition,
Nor the influence of any reflection...
For I have seen enough out of many;
A proof of loyalty to the beast of war
Promising peace for compliment,
To ease your switch away from doubt.
For your change,
It is nice to see how fast
Unto nature you have adapted,
To the silent winds timing storm...
When morning is turning into night,
Before it strikes the feather long retired.
The dark then,
Has no direction to follow...
Either as an end to chaos,
Or as a path leading to death,
Rather than watch off chain...
Without effect of what to be.
You slip through...
Many a time I had tried,
To hold you steadfastly
Into your heart beats,
And mind reasoning realm.
My fingers,
Now are tired,
Though not weak
To retry many a time
But each time
I do with or without
Willingness to help...
You fake me with-
Such impression that
You are fine without me.
You are the melody that echoes in my life!
With the atmospheric aroma of an angel.
How is it you broaden my horizons to magnificent heights?
I am christened with your cosmic charisma.
It dazzles on my forehead..see it glisten in golden-sunlight.
No matter how rough the turbulent seas of life get,
I know you are behind me on life's slippery deck.
Completely safe in your cherished company,
With only your arms and stars to guide us on stormy seas!
And even when our earhly lives do end,
To our star in the sky we will be sent and shine ever so bright!
I know our perfect eternal home is waiting for us.
A honeyed Arcadian home, grape filled and luscious, especially at
a luscious, sparkling twilight cove!
10/17/2020
Opus#2
Last minute invitation to a weekend getaway.
Caught by surprise at first you're just not quite sure what to say.
But given time you realize that you could use a break.
So you accept and then start thinking what do I have to take.
Ok, I guess I think I better go and take a shower.
And then I start to wonder 'bout the weather hour by hour.
The morning's getting cooler but it still get's pretty warm.
But wouldn't you know it, that next day that was not the norm.
So I put on my normal shorts with a bit warmer top.
But over night the temperatures began to really drop.
And in the morn came a brisk breeze that made me want to dance.
To just stay warm as my friend said, you should have worn your pants.
So on we went pursuing the festivities we sought.
We stopped and talked to someone else to see just what they thought.
There were old cars and booths to shop where we could spend our money.
We always like to buy their bread and hopefully some honey.
But given that I am fair skinned and atmospheric conditions.
It never fails that the one thing that should have been my mission.
Was the one thing that I forgot to keep my skin from burning.
Yes, forgetting sunscreen is a lesson that I seem to keep on learning.
I remembered my sun glasses and to take care of the cat.
Then got some snacks and ice and water and even got my hat.
And with any good all day outing, I remembered my lawn chair.
But what I needed most of all was to protect my skin so bare.
The one time that you really need it, is the one time you forget.
And now as I look in the mirror I'm filled with such regret.
But surely it just goes to show no matter how you try.
The one thing that you always forget is the one that you can't buy.
Note: This was a small town event and there was no place to buy sunscreen. :/ Nearest town, 8 miles, and our car was on display. :) lol
Atmospheric perspective such a common ruse
You know way off in the distance a mirage of blue
Nitrogen and oxygen meet wavelengths above
A sky gathering that becomes a type of scattering
Creating the effect of a canvas mistakenly blue
A visual type of sorcery for the colour isn't true
Kind of like the occurrence within our blue eyes
A different sort of scattering makes a colour disguise
Not one person's eyes carry any cyan pigment
However we all do see this color eye so different
Vincent Van Gogh loved ultramarine and cobalt too
And Augustus Renoir used it primarily to set moods
From the mines in Afghanistan came lapis luzuli jewel
This adorned every Egyptian Crown to be sparkling blue
During the Renaissance marine was most commonly used
These are some facts of our favorite colour blue
01/04/19
For Contest "Blue"
Oh gentle and harmless creature with wings!
Didst thou the most delightful message bring,
or didst thou the wordless serenade sing?
Thou pleasant kisser whose touch never stings;
angelic in flight, just like a fairy.
Manoeuvring wings that constantly merry.
Thou watchest the calm and summer gardens,
and with thy tender touch no petal hardens.
Thy flight comes with its attendant sweetness
in an air of atmospheric freshness.
Thou art no doubt a messenger of peace.
Can thy seasoned etiquette ever cease,
or even thy flight of life and Goodwill?
Without thee, no one could eat to their fill.
Twinkle moon bloom moon
Dimple moon zoom moon
Fickle moon boom moon
Smiles at me
I gazed glaring at it
Gleaming blue
Beaming indigo
Skyline clothing
Rainbow escape
To my sweet insomnia
Twinkle moon
On me
Shining down
I see
Hanging stars
On sea
glistens bright
At me
Am awake
Twinkle moon
Succulent blue bloom
up the sky
Away cloudy skyline
To silent night
When sun is gone to bed
And am left eyed wide opened
Solemn atmospheric tranquility
Twinkle the bloom moon
To caress me
Dazzling my eyelids
Into this sweet insomnia
https://youtu.be/JoN6TzrUHqM ( Link 2 video)
5/30/2020