Long Lattice Poems
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down
the desiccated spine
of
the sepia valley
scouring
the serrated slopes
of the jagged rocks
you disappeared
like a swan
serenading
on the last lap
of
furtive flight
with winsome wings
of
raptured rhythm
harmonized
with
the summer breeze
rippling
through the still shadow
of silence
sequestered
in the thicket
mid-summer rains
poured
from cloudburst sky
flowed
in the vivacious valley
with the current
of charismatic torrent
cascading dulcet
down
the sculpted face
of
the rock cliff
reclined
forming a lively lattice
of animated
waterfall
of designed figure
where
in an imagery
ingrained
in fantasy
I saw you return
an angel
of fluid flair
framed
as epitome
of elegance
ethereal
monchielle stanza
One-up-put-downs are nails:
What hubby puts up with
he usually puts down.
“Your lattice-lace curtains
make our windows look like clowns.”
One-up-put-downs are nails:
I remind him of lights -
Christmas lights on windows
put up in November.
“It’s March now, lights must go.”
One-up-put-downs are nails:
The star on the garage
has shone for three full years.
Awaiting some wise man
with ladder to appear.
One-up-put-downs are nails:
Wedding pics hung in place,
may come down due to strife
which hangs in the balance
between husband and wife.
written February 28, 2016
In the footsteps pacing the penultimate mile of mist,
at the edge of fading furlong of future walkway obscure,
in the twilight hour the sunset swansong resonates
for the forlorn extant being silhouetted still
against the scarlet skyline of immanent transience,
witnessing the final flicker of the dying day.
The twirling threads of turmoil entwined
with the cleaved clouds blazing in lightning gale,
crumbling the credulous horizon halcyon once.
The chameleon transformation gets transcribed
on the convoluted canvas burning in the last corner,
from the surreal chromatic flare the ashes fly away.
The shards of the splintered sky in the swirling storm,
roll on the weary waves of the curled conviction cloud.
The remnant rays of sanguinity survive still
in the flamboyant flashes of the sinking sun,
fabricate the latent lattice of the dormant dreams
in the consumed life’s kaleidoscopic last show.
The lattice of the flowing life so very complex
Spreads on the plateau of time of no ends
Woven in a fashion beyond comprehension
Needs the handiwork of an intelligent designer.
In search of the unseen creator of destiny
Hoping to be saved from the storm in the sea of life
We follow the ritualistic paths of different religions
To worship the common God for His benign blessings.
When the religion becomes the pious way of life
It teaches us to surrender to the Almighty for solace.
The creator engraves His indelible image within us
Enveloped by the introspective mindfulness
Travelling inward on the undefined spiritual path
We discover the eternal core of our essence (Atman).
The pristine petals of the lotus of insight unfurl
In the serene soul illumined by the godly glow
It enters the sanctum of divine consciousness
Finds the mortal agony melt in the pool of peace.
Striving in their own way to get the grace of God
The two paths converge in search of the eternal truth
May 22, 2021
Contest : Religion Or Spirituality
Sponsor : Unseeking Seeker
The static rises~
not as sound,
but as a pale geometry
folding itself across my mind~
a lattice of bright interference,
a trembling veil
where meaning dissolves
into a thousand flickering fragments.
I move through it
like a figure drawn in chalk,
blurred at the edges,
half-erased by the world’s
restless shimmer.
Every step fractures
into a scatter of white noise,
as if the ground itself
cannot decide
what it wants to be.
The signal~
the one I seek,
the one that should thread
through the static
like a single clear line~
remains absent.
Not silent,
but absent,
as though Divinity
has folded itself
into a dimension
my soul cannot reach.
I lift my thoughts
like antennas,
broken, thin and trembling,
hoping to catch
even the faintest pulse
of the Unseen.
But the static thickens,
becoming a bright fog
of unmade meanings,
a shimmering illusion
that vibrates
where truth should be.
In this white-noise maze,
I am both seeker
and lost signal~
a wandering frequency
searching for the point
where the noise will break,
where the veil will thin,
where the Unseen
will finally answer
with light.
In the misty milepost
of the penultimate pathway,
at the faded fringe
of the future obscure,
the waning tune
of vibrant chromatic strings
of the setting sun
in the twilight zone,
reverberates the requiem
for the skeletal tree,
defoliated forlorn,
silhouetted tranquil
against the sundown skyline
of transient radiance,
witnessing despondent
the last sand grain
mark the trail of destiny
in the cauldron of time,
illumined by the final flash
of the decayed day,
d y i n g….
The tarnished lattice
of firmament’s blue fabric,
interlaced seamless
with consuming cleavage
of diffusing clouds
in swarming storm,
ravaging the unwary horizon,
halcyon once,
like the still air before squall,
marks the chameleon shift
of collapsing colors
on convoluted canvas,
lacerates the last corner
of the frail fresco,
c r u m b l i n g….
Deformed shards
of splintered sky
spin in gyrating gale
with fragmented shadows
of terminal torment
on dismal convoy
of curled-up bleak clouds,
the remnant rays
of sanguinity sparkle still
in the departing flare
of the sinking sun,
drowning the montage
of disowned memory,
compose the latent melody
of unsung dreams
with fossilized life’s
incoherent cadence,
sequestered in spectral lyric
of the sunset swansong,
r e s o n a t i n g ….
The poet - his creative mind is seized by the urge of expression
The muse – it blooms like a flower tinged with patina of passion.
The imagination – it spreads the wide wings of imagery to fly high
The flower – its fragrance trails the song of soaring bird in the sky.
The cloud – it carries the molten contours of emotion adrift slow
The rain – its torrent takes the cadence of the heart with the flow.
The river – it winds in life’s terrain as sunburst sky shines above
The sea – it listens to the rippling water creating the lyric of love.
The words – they form lattice of pearl the golden beach saves
The poem – it cascades as the muse rides the rhythm of waves.
March 2, 2021
Contest : List With A Twist
Sponsor : Charles Messina
Unmet expectations damage the dormant psyche,
unkept promises smother the rays of fading hope,
unkind words tear the lattice of the mangled mind,
life then turns into an urn of fabricated resentment.
The sane senses become the fast spreading wild fire,
uncontrolled, it boils the blood of intrinsic pride,
and as it flares up, it burns the gentle demeanor,
left undoused, its spite blazes the bonding chords.
As the bitterness smoke billows thick and intense,
upset conscience loses the equilibrium and crashes,
vile breath is charged with the acrimonious ashes,
and the patient facade of restraint they deface.
The discordant world and harsh times I take on,
entice them to create the last straw to clutch,
so, I don’t sink in the implacable stream of life,
but sail to the serene sea on the boat of clemency.
The sunburst horizon sheds gold dust on the sea,
the hued dawn lifts a new day of promise for me.
In unfurling sky on lilac wings the joyous clouds rise,
on them with the rhythm of rhapsody my mind flies.
On the beach of awareness the rapture waves roll,
carry away my livid footprints to the depth of oblivion
of the obscure sea with the uprooted anchor for rancour,
as I perceive my sublime soul exult within a new me.
The Grin of the Crystal Tear
the eternal grin of your silvery domesticated reptilian tear,
has transformed the millennium of my cold empty life into emerald smoke,
into an extraterrestrial thought floating like an imperishable idea,
false phantom of a blossomed harlot and into a presumed extended forever,
that hypnotically eyes in a flock a formal star of molten mercury,
come my untouchable beloved let me kiss you so completely deep,
unemblemetically beneath that belly lonely as a lost grotto,
I love you I stand motionless at the last crossroads of the lattice of light,
revealing to you with the momentum of my entire being every
blade of traveling grass through azure you like a shimmering magical rust,
of the diamond of the tear crucified on the throne of air forever forever,
of my ample nature misinterpreted by comic cosmic rowdy full,
the burnt stars flicker through the transparent ether of violet forgetting,
the microscopic cosmos unravels in each of your phosphorescent cells,
I breathe you with lungs of abyss I see you with the open eyes of silence,
you are the absence that fills me with echoes to the edge of the world,
an organic geometry of floral chaos in mad circular spirals,
each red word tattoos silence on my tongue of burnt velvet,
and I kiss you with lips that are mine only for you always!
Fragile resolve aspires
to capture the residual rainbow,
weaves the lattice of life
with spectral ribbons,
turns into a self-destructive
psychosis syndrome
that fails to fling
the insane illusion
in the cloud of dreams,
for it has hypnotic leverage
on the mind,
mangled by
s t o r m.
Wedged by the splitting bevel
of slashing time,
the frail fragments of failure
get lacerated from life,
scatter on the path
to the rainbow,
yet untraveled,
meanders marooned
in debris of derelict dreams,
disappear down the deep sinkhole
of dusky oblivion.
In lucent mystique mind,
transmuting thoughts
flash on
ebony emotions.
Absolved of self-qualm
psychic crystal sparkles
in sense stars’ aurora flare,
traces the prime trajectory
from the cosmic soul’s
nebulous abyss,
within.
In the mesmeric meadow
of the inner topography,
seraphic shadows dance mystified
with gorgeous sequined glitter
of the sensuous stardust
in the tune of
buoyant bliss.
The discernment mindscape
makes the montage
of the existential rainbow,
d i s m a n t l e d.