Long Filagree Poems

My head spins as the noise from the crash echoes in my head. I sit up in some kind of terminal with strange trains bound left and right for places I don’t understand. 

One is...

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OCULUS  

Is…

…about the MOON, its power, its mystery, its simplicity?

Its light is soft a pail reflection 
Of its son. 
The one always on the run. 

The moon is an oculus of cold white a...

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My dear incredible pen,
you are the pinnacle of writing instruments! Looking refined with your elegant ebony shaft and gold-filagree trim, you are a true technological wonder to behold and a master calligrapher.
I am amazed at...

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Twilight surrenders the sky when night takes hold,
offering the throne to the moon and stars of gold.
Luna appears in a sparkling silver gown that glows.
She smiles on the world, graceful in a peaceful pose.

How beautiful...

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Frost Like Filigree


Frost filigree, superb can be
     as nature weaves crystal delights.
          With varied lacey forms, we see
sculpture sparked by lights.

'Neath sun...

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"Be like a flower ... gentle, quiet and humble."
                          ...

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"A filigree of snow is fragile and lovely, 
but even more beautiful when they are etched together."
                  ...

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Alabaster white, brazen in bold 
can’t be bought or sold!

Silent as it is Sinister 
somehow that alabaster glows?

Surface, a bony texture; cracks, fissures 
like something living once long ago 
in antediluvian halls…

A house sits in...

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Sunlight was spun in filagree   
Golden threads among froths of lace
On crested curls in merry chase

Burnished by waves in synchrony
I smiled at their lucent shimmers
As they danced in dappled glimmers

Sparkling like gems of...

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Pushing past fear
Pushing past obligatory oblivion
Pushing past this pain's sphere

Trying to feel things never felt before 
Never know or seen in darkness desires 
Trying to be all I can be

Pushing past the burn
Pushing past the...

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A legend in our time,
Nessie lives in Loch Ness. 
And while monster to some,
he is loved by the press.

Moonbeams gilded the waves,
like golden filagree.		
And it’s beauty was such,
that he just had to see.

His head broke...

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Though crystal stars trans-pierce the sky,

The world we see is but a lie: 

The silvered moon that bathes the lea

In waxen light and filagree,

The rising sun that coats in gold

The topmost branches of each tree,

Are...

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In my blistered ruined mind 
I build odd gods, old! 
They sit in irregular rows,
In a crooked cathedral ,

Like a pantheon of ornate oddities! 
Each one dusty or lost, I have forgotten
Honesty…!

Cracked white china and...

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