Long Refractions Poems
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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
PASTEL RIBBON COLORED RAINBOWS PAINTING UP THE DEEP BLUE SKY
AND AS THE SUN, RAIN, AND MIST GIVES WAY TO ALL THAT NATURE KISSED,
HEAVEN BEAUTIFIES AND GLORIFIES GOD'S HOLY KINGDOM, WITH A SIGH.
THE RAINBOWS BRING US JOY OF LIFE AND TEACH US HOW TO BREATHE
THEY LIGHT UP THE SKY WITH THEIR LIGHT AND SOULFUL GLEE (BREATHE)
RAINBOWS ARE REFRACTIONS OF THE SUN THROUGH RAINDROPS REFRESH
A MAGICAL EXPERIENCE OF THE SENSES WITH COLORS RICH AND OH SO NEAR
THE DISPERSION OF SUNLIGHT IN TINY DROPLETS IS A FEAST FOR OUR EYES
TO SEE. IT BRINGS US TO THE ARTISTRY OF HIS GREAT WORKS OF ART. WHEN
WE LEARN TO APPRECIATE THEM WE FIND LIFE AND BREATH. LET US BREATHE
WITH EASE AND CONTENTMENT. (BREATHE)
OPPOSITE TO THE SUN, A YIN YANG FLAMBOYANT RAINBOW OF LIVING WATER
IT CONTAINS A WIDE SPECTRUM OF BEAUTY. ITS MULTICOLORED ARC CARRIES
A RESEMBLANCE TO OUR SOUL. WHEN WE ATTACH OURSELVES TO THE DIVINE MASTER AND CREATOR, WE BOND IN UNITY AND LOVE. (BREATHE)
PASTEL RIBBON COLORED RAINBOWS PAINTING UP THE DEEP BLUE SKY
FAITH & TRUST COME EASY, WHEN WE PRAY AND MEDITATE, WE FLY.
PEACE BE WITH YOU ALWAYS, IN LOVE AND LGIHT ,
YOUR MYSTIC ROSE
eerie emptiness
we float away
our vision distant
longing extinguished
from the world detached
ties disconnected
yet peace suffused
in this void-centric view
cloaked in aloneness
strangely intimate
then we are reeled in
to bliss drenched form
vibrant and aglow
in the borrowed light
loaned by presence
as gift of grace
which we imbibe
to rekindle dying ember
that refractions of love
radiate across space
as a tribute
to our creator
without further inquiring
about God’s divine plan
since our identity
as something separate
from the all that is
has been erased
in place of which we are
fullness in emptiness
emulsified in this urn
wherefrom emanates
the elixir of bliss
commingled with light
banishing darkness
Coming Back Home
Called home my nomadic heart yearns to unpack scattered shadows,
Ornaments of new year snowstorms and souvenirs of summer places,
Mirrors found in attic reflections - hallmarks of nostalgia,
Image refractions of mirages battered milestones -
Nests of hidden pleas and prayers in locked trunks -
Garlands of tangled seasons and dried bouquets.
Blue winds embrace Orion’s pirouette on mountain points
As abandoned minutes surrender in reunion to
Call back identities shed like out grown skin,
Kindle roaring beasts - fire storm’s passions swooping down.
Home awaiting unspoken future days when trying on again
Outgrown masks of jeopardy discarded, seeking crannies of warm hearths,
Making room for nascent triumphs to tickle laughter no longer stooping
Even as my nomad heart wanders only to return in primal circles.
2-24-21
Contest: Coming Back Home Acrostic
Sponsor: John Hamilton
The First Gift
In the beginning God created light and it was good.
Light
First gift to creation -
Omnipotent radiance -
Trailing capes of celestial wonder
For the first new scented dawn
Past cherubic tinted twilight
No lambent refractions
Announcing the anointed in clear beams
On locked gates
With the radiance of lucent prophecy -
Hovering illumination
For candles in Babylon’s willow boughs -
Astral beacon framing the mystery
At the entrance of the radiant Daystar
With clarity for blind ears
And opaque deafened eyes
Lightning revelations for banished,
Defeated darkness
Rising like a burnished solstice,
Cloudless as the eternal Word’s
Never extinguished lantern in the timeless city –
Aura of the Everlasting love.
12-15-20
Contest: Light
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Rainbow Heartbeat
Pour me a rainbow
let it float on the sea
As it flows from your heart
and become a part of me
Yellow to brighten
any cloudy day
As upon the waves
it effortlessly plays
Red born of desire
undulating motion
Salty on my tongue
a passionate potion
Yes, pour me a rainbow
let it float on the sea
As it flows from your heart
and becomes part of me
Blue as bright as the sky
a twin on the water
Twinkling refractions
Poseidon’s daughter
Green like in a garden
ripples tickle my feet
Liquid luxurious
a horizon to greet
Orange to tantalise
on waters once pale
Jack O'Lantern splendour
intertwining with whales
Let me savour your rainbow
as it floats on the sea
Flowing from your heart
becoming part of me
Indigo intuition
free flowing crystal clear
Your gift upon the sea
that draws me near
Violet imagination
A vision complete
Oceans of possibilities
Your rainbow heartbeat.
Image from Pinterest.
I found the end of a rainbow
It wasn't so hard to find
One day it just occurred to me
that Ive never even tried
Now, I was told when I was young
It's all about the relationship
Of where you stand, and of the sun
That you can see, but could not touch
Raindrops and sunlight
And refractions and such
And I believed it, just as they had
And never bothered to look
Until one day, i seen a rainbow
it seemed just close enough to touch
I couldn't help myself
And put my boots to work
I crossed wet earth and swollen streams,
Passing people hiding under trees
I left the roads, and through the hills
I climbed slick rocks and boulder fields
Until, there it was
With waterfalls, and swimming holes
That flowed from Rhododendron hills
Blooming purple and pinkish red
Mountain mist that turned to honey wine
All dipped in rays of warm sunshine
Although, I never did find a pot of gold
But I didn't mind,
I found what I was looking for
And proved it could be done
And that was just enough
The beauty of this African woman, is depicted by a wave of light.
It enables her voice to resonate louder as the harmony and texture unite.
Beauty is linked to moral awareness there is no beauty for beauty's sake.
Creative expressionism is popular with an emphasis on luminosity to opaque.
Complexity of composition, clarity of form and detail, subject's self composure.
Balance, symmetry, smooth finish textures, both visual and physical exposure
Aiming for compositions that focus the eye and keep the viewers' attention
Most masterful light refractions, and lack of various colors require a mention.
The Devil spoke to me
with glee about what could be, promising, possibly,
he thumbed a drum of hearts pulsing
so I could see the drug of love
that I was missing,
a tempo true and rude impossible to elude
took my breath to the hue of blue,
reflections of calm joy and coy laughter,
refractions violent and violet floating vibrantly,
demons and angels in the flesh fighting forever for admiration
of a clever and aloof Trinity demanding dues,
he said may your body be dense and follow the sequence
of the spirits with you and never miss your cue,
I was awestruck, rendering enquiry futile
as prayers in perdition,
the clouds were copious, his face lucent & sizzling,
nefarious and dangerous these galleys and valleys are,
gamble the gambit of your soul's sanctity,
In the cold stillness consumed by a gray melody
an ancient perfume of rose blood
inflated my mind moonstruck,
a woman wise and disguised like a brilliant bandit
with persuasive eyes presented to me keys to her city,
the Daughter of my Devil was indellibly pretty and sitting lonely saying,
believe me through love and find liberty,
try your luck in rivers red
and in deep seas soliciting felicity,
pick a course and secure your rolling rope
to this feather never to pluck,
horse power and a flower dower,
love your Mother always in hallways dark,
then I was born once more -
J.A.B. 2003
Evenings Light
Late afternoon, rainbow colours slither across my floor,
climbs up and over my audio, my video equipment,
streaks across the covers – between which family history lies
and lights up the frames, the pictorial history before my eyes.
Mother Nature’s breath, dances shadows of forest foliage
- with Father Suns refracted rays, his rainbow children,
his multi shaped Silhouettes, shadows of animated still life -
all throughout, permeating my four cornered room
as they sway, rock, weave, dance, crawl across my walls,
walls holding onto my history, my family’s history
as we look down upon me, me in games of solitaire.
As am I, and wonder why ?, there is no dance of life
in here, except from that which comes on light waves,
floating through – reflections of forest shadows,
refractions of light ( heavens rainbow children ) –
my living, dining room, my prison window.
( B. J. “A ” 2 )
May 3rd 2006