Long Bioluminescence Poems
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In those dark eras of the split, to live was to be alone,
A calculated isolation chilling to the bone.
They hid inside their separate pits and hoarded what they kept,
While just beyond the blast-doors, all their starving neighbors wept.
Lysander watched a nearby vault collapse into the grime,
Their priceless banks of ancient seeds destroyed by mold and time,
Because they lacked the synthesis, the codes to make them grow,
Held by a hostile bunker just a thousand yards below.
They traded only in their scars and deep, ancestral dread,
A territorial madness that infected every bed.
The mind locked in a cage of concrete learns to hate the dark,
But hates the neighbor even more who carries still a spark.
Lysander saw the rot was not a scarcity of bread,
But the absolute division of the living from the dead.
The lonely mind was screaming out behind a wall of stone,
And so he took the broken blueprints time had left alone.
He did not build with iron wire, he did not work with brass,
For metal was the weapon of the executioner class.
Instead, he grew a softer thing along the dripping wall:
A bioluminescent moss that answered to his call.
A fibrous, pale conductor made of cellular design,
That mimicked how the brain-waves spark along a living line.
A living loom of emerald wool, a bright, organic lace,
To knit the fractured pieces of a broken species' face.
For twelve long years he labored there, a surgeon in the night,
He harvested his cortex for the seeds of golden light.
He took microscopic biopsies from his own thinking brain,
And spliced them into mossy veins to cultivate the strain.
He became the anchor node, the root within the deep,
And when he lay his crooked spine down on the floor to sleep,
The Sunken Spire would start to pulse, a soft and rhythmic gleam—
The first erratic heartbeat of a solitary dream.
Love is the water of life. Drink it down with heart and soul. - Rumi
I remember the nights I swiftly swerved oceanic songs with olive shells on sandy shores,
looking for a hint of teal droplets within softened
corners of the milky way.
Perhaps the mulberry moon felt our soulful dreams,
as cerulean sky sighed a thousand stars in celestial symphony for “you” and “I”.
Tonight pearlescent heavens shall heed my beating veins erupting in amethyst abundance,
for I’ve been homesick for a selfless heart that I can belong;
pining to rest my dahlia desires upon the silver aisle of your warm chest,
to hear the rhythm of my name echoing through poetic petals of your lyrical lips.
So pardon the thousand horizons that keep us apart,
we sync and swirl to the same roseate ripples~
within the opulent bed of bioluminescence.
I find our orchid visions amongst cornflower clouds I can nearly touch,
trusting the seraphic light we wear, locked in this empyrean embrace,
and we’ll conquer every mighty meteor,
striving to paint this tuscan tale into reality,
while love is all that we sow and lean on,
forever enclasped in an eternal endearment.
Once upon a time... a child celebrated
Colorful lights of Crackers...
Fluorescence of Fireworks.
The black powder bonfires in sky
Illuminated his darkness ..
Sprinkling showers of acoustic pops.
And then...
Demons ignited black powder to enslave his mind.
His cranium was detonated with guns and bullets.
Blitz of Bombs ticked his reverberating Time.
His black powder infested blue vest
Now singed and scorched..
A belt of Bioluminescence garlanded his waist.
How smart he looked.. ready to blow up the Cafe.
Aha! That Black Coffee Powder
Was Exploding Love of Joy
Aha! That Black Gun Powder
Was Imploding Hate of Joy.
Soon there will be...
Scarlet blood spilling in smouldering slag.
Broken Glass and Bodies in pulverized roofs.
Screams of Resurrect Dreams...
He hears a faint whisper..'Son, please don't die'..
But wasn't he a Martyr.....a Superstar?
A Black Hole full of Black Powder...Near and Far...
The Supernova* waited.... to be a Dead Star...
*A Supernova Black Hole is an astronomical concept: They form when a very massive star (at least 25 times heavier than our Sun) runs out of nuclear fuel. The star then explodes as a supernova. A black hole is born when an object becomes unable to withstand the compressing force of its own gravity.
Dated 14th November,2018.
Submitted to the Black Powder Poetry Contest
Sponsor Anthony Slausen.
PLACED FIRST IN CONTEST
rainbow circle sky
blues greens yellows orange
a dew prism light
red rose redolence
lilies scent countryside dew
springtime perfume cue
rose mums tulips blooms
valley violets veronicas hues
lilies lilacs soothe
fireflies in flight
bioluminescence bright
a seasonal light
bug process honey
pollen flyers yearn nectar
flowers turned sweet fruits
bees labor party
pears peaches pineapples
flower foods eaten
aquarium seas
whales snappers sharks dolphins
ride wave vehicles
sky ring of fire
huge star blocked by a pea
the moon eclipse sun
whimsical weasel
waterfall weathered willow
wilderness walk watch
winged ballerina
arthropod in flight
orange wings with eyes
leaf cutter cuts leaf
squirrels store nuts in tree huts
humankind does same
On a dark dense night
Ah a rare nature-lit light,
What a ghost-like sight!
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Here is nature lighting its own light, a rare happening locally called chir batti, a long-burning lamp or ghost light. It happens in this desert due to a phenomenon called bioluminescence.
Reminiscences |20.01.2021|
Topic: desert, soul
Poet’s note: Planned to visit the Rann of Kutchh in the north-west part of Gujarat, and got myself familiar with all its attractions, places to visit. But the visit had to be cancelled. Yet, the poet in me took off still. Here are the reminiscences, The Lure of Desert I to VI.
May you live every single dream
By Michelle Morris
29/02/2024
Let the sun stream light on your face
Let the breeze gently touch your form
Let the warmth and harmony these bring
Feel like Heaven's loving warmth
Let the moon bring you her magic
The glow of the stars inspire your soul
I hope that you'll always remember
You're perfect and you're whole
Let the fireflies light a path
To the wisdom beyond the trees
Let the plankton's bioluminescence feel
Like the ocean's magic is free
Let the skies show you endless miracles
There in our Universe so bold
May you live every single dream
And create a life filled with memories to hold
© Michelle Morris, 2024
I was so small, looking up at you as I gripped your
hand tight.
My eyes like deep sea bioluminescence, yours like a
nebula.
Dead and anew.
You were starlight, the sun. Close enough to warm me,
but impossible to hold. To soothe.
The world was not meant for us
And yet, here we are.
Mismatched, misshapen, misbehaved.
We peer through the cracks and cut our fingers on the
edges.
And you, you said you would die young
Snuffed out so fast, in a moment of darkness.
I guess you got what you wanted, then.
I guess you wanted to leave this all behind.
Instead, you left me
Stuck with your spirit bursting in my chest.
I am engulfed in this absence, filled with seawater.
Head pounding to the beat of your heartache.
And the tree that watches over you
Stretches to see the sun.
And the dirt blankets you the way your mother
never could.
And I hope you found your place in the vast.
But, god, didn’t you ever look up?
Who could ever bear to leave this world?
That magical moment each summer
when the first fireflies appeared,
blinking me, winking me out of the house.
Jar in hand,
stealthily advancing,
trapping one and then another.
Illuminated glass glows,
a mystic lantern,
a tragic prison.
By morning’s light,
their bioluminescence extinguished,
tiny bodies lie in repose.
Now, years later,
I blame my unfortunate luck in love
on my errant firefly actions.
Surely I am being punished
for lacking an all-creatures-great-and-small
respect for Mother Nature.
Atonement will come only
if I instruct my own children
in the art of catch and release.
But I simply can’t rob them
of the childhood ritual
of lightning bug delight
in a jar.
The azure ocean, home to the embedded enormous incomprehensible riches of mysteries and riddles,
More than the Mars, lies unfathomed, underneath the conundrum of oceanic colossal rhythms.
From the The Milky Sea Phenomenon, a sight captured as bioluminescence illusion,
The Purple Orb of the ocean floor of California and the Baltic Sea’s anomalous puzzles,
Like the alien spaceship put foot on the colossal quagmires of oceanic chasm!
When the underwater volcanoes erupt to perplex beyond imagination in huddle,
To probe and discern those gems of oyster shell’s luminous pearls dazzles,
Deep beneath sleeping peacefully in the ocean’s cradle!
The fatal enigma of the unplumbed immensely profound oceanic mysteries will never dwindle.
The more one plunges to pierce in deep muse its vastness engulfs to diddle!
The superficial waves in corrugation, are mere widening its hitherto horizontal hurdles.
The bizarre sounds emanating from beneath are like giant icebergs scraping the oceanic floor in madly rhythm!
The obscure oceanic realms, its myriads mystical appearances remains timeless, fancy of millions!
Eras and eras pass, the mythical mermaid’s riddle are yet to resolve,
As centuries pass, may replete with the witness of numerous human civilizations!
Like the Atlantis of Japan, from time immemorial, the oceans are abodes of colossal confusions.
The voyages disappear in the Mystic Triangle, who knows what lies beneath the mythical abstractions?
The twirling sounds of infinite ocean swirling in the sea shells are quite captivating, attract admirers attractions;
The archipelago one after the other vanished without the trace, as in Marina Trench’s aberrations;
As if the Phantom Islet of Bermeja, in its murky abyssal cradle’s magnetic composition.
The Crop Circles discovered beneath its bosom as if the signage of other world’s manifestations;
The oceanic phenomenon of green flashes meets the red tides, reveals your magnificent disposition.
Wants to plunge, swim like a mermaid in your mystical cerulean temporal lilting motion;
Oh, the oceanic conundrum more we try to fathom, the more we entangle in your cryptic chasm!
© Silpika Kalita
Things I ponder sometimes…..
Sea life has a natural bioluminescence that can be found practically no where
on earth except way down deep under the sea, and on a firefly of course.
I think this is why the mysteriously hidden world of the sea seems so much more alive, and dangerously exciting than other places on the earth.
I like to think they reflect what we would actually find in another dimension, or
on another planet, as the “norm”. Maybe people glow in other galaxies.
If we could dig down to the inner core of the earth, without letting air in,
can you imagine what we might find under the soil and the dirt and the clay and the pebbles and the rocks? There might be creatures living down there that are actively glowing.
But we would never know it, for when the air hits them their glow dissipates
like when the air hits our blue blood making it appear to be red.
I have pondered this many times in three weeks, as I have had four IVs and I have seen a lot of my own florescent blue blood turn red.