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Starry night sky above
--- starry night sky below ---
reflected in a restless sea:
twin nocturnal profiles face off,
touch nose to nose
--- share stars for eyes ---
the wind that meets the water.
Floating in darkness
the silvery moon rises -
intriguingly, inscrutably
--- dark side, light side
hidden from each other,
man in the moon ghastly.
Baleful lunar eyes hover,
looming mirrored,
awash in inky waves.
Glorious morning yawns.
Hidden somewhere in the firmament
she waits, and she waits some more,
leaning against the wings.
Beguilingly draped, she anticipates -
her next sweeping entrance.
...
All Creation
--- benign yet indifferent ---
gathers Her own,
draws them ever closer,
--- finely tuned, outrageously only approximate --- ,
the union of yin and yang.
Both tumble along as one,
--- celestial dice rolling ---
swept bobbing w/ the tide,
transcendence disguised,
transcendence revealed.
Passionate whispers of love songs in the night,
Evening's glow, a heartfelt and a tender light.
Across the room, smile sparkled, your eyes meet mine,
Cradling hearts sang the song, our souls align.
Echoes of love, unisom feelings, in every breath,
Serenity, fondness, that transcends death.
Petals of roses in starry night, softly fall,
Everlasting affinity and love's gentle call.
All our fears and despair fade in love's embrace,
Kisses and hugs that time cannot erase.
Endless dreams in your arms, so true,
Reflections of love, forever you.
Somewhere in the dead of night
when you seem so very far,
I’ll look up and see your name
written in the stars.
Somewhere in the dead of night
when you had gone too soon,
I’ll look up and see your face
reflected in the moon.
Somewhere in the dead of night
when everyone’s asleep,
I’ll look up and search for you
although we cannot speak.
Somewhere in the dead of night
when nocturnal creatures prowl,
I hear an owl screech, the crackle of a witch
and a lone wolf, howl.
Somewhere in the dead of night
as my powers grow,
I’ll ask the wind to tell me things
that only you could know.
Somewhere on a starry night
when life had just begun,
The big bang split us apart,
and I began my journey round the sun.
STARRY NIGHT
Fading twilight greets grave dusty dusk
wearing misty mask .
Cerulean dream blending in beauty of darkness.
Slowly starry sky spreading turquoise tapestry
of polka dots in shiny spangles .
Night merging with sublime song
on mysterious melody.
Luminous stars
to unravel marvel of night.
Misty silhouettes framing lattice
on fluorescent Milky way:
Quietude at dead of night
alerted by shrill whistle of nocturnal bird.
Night Sky listens to murmur of zephyr.
Leaves rustle resonate with
serene solitude of dark night.
Concave curvy crescent Moon feels shy
on starry dome, looking pale placid.
Beauty of night ripples in the eyes of beholder.
Me enchanted on charm of calmness of nonchalant night.
I. Creation
Before the troubles of the world infect the soul
The magic of imagination creates a womb
Devoid of torment, pain, and stress. Rainforests,
Jungles, beaches, other worlds of elation where
You are always the victor in battle, the one
Who finds true love, alpha and omega. Never
Landing in withered trees or dead grass, only
Strong trunks and rolling plains, an ocean
Of stars, a blanket while lying comfy on
Palm fronds floating down calm dreamy
Rivulets of turquoise streams. Locomotives
Wind down vast forest covered country sides
Their tracks gliding to the warm earthy
Humming sound only they can make.
Only now with danger, inherent only to your peaceful fire
Bring you to this happy place, a place desired.
II. A Home all Your Own
In the world of yesterdays and tomorrows
And days lost in the gyre of solstices we
Create a world unto ourselves. Paradises
Lost to the antiquity of children trapped
Inside their adult armor. Lies tipped with
Poison seep into the wells of being, melting
The oil from the canvas’ that dreams are painted on.
Cheap reminiscences flash through tattered wafting
Curtains. Nightmare doppelgangers wait in quarries
of fire breathing mountain giants laying siege to
Rapture found in a good escape. Chemical
Demons like iron maidens brandishing your
Favorite drugs, syringes close in creating
An eerie starry night
To you alone
In a home all your own.
III. Repent to your inner child
To regain a solid footing on the gun deck
Of the warship you’re riding in the flotsam,
Hearken lessons from the playground,
The bruises, nicks, and cuts proudly earned
Ensure the necessary skills are acquired
To embark on adventures of the body.
Hiding in shrouds like an angel
White egret with horsehair-like crests and
Misty wings is the caged fury of joy, her
Wings mightier, beak stronger, eyes sharper
And love unabated from years unvisited.
Swelling seas are sailed, reefs can’t breach
A flying draft when joy carries her burden
Aloft. Hair amber and aflame in the setting sun
Amidst a new sea of clouds, only anchor
In a child’s heart when the dream fades
And the soul returns among the shades.
Form:
Upwards you gazed, poignantly painting me
like no one had before, nor has done since.
Concentric white and yellow circles. Free
of any common bearing or pretense.
I'd seen idyllic villages before -
The steepled church in sacred echo of
the cypress, looking down in fond rapport,
as olive trees embrace the town with love.
But never have I seen hills so inflamed,
nor moon so agitated and insane,
nor indigo sky eddies so untamed;
grappling to find the answers to life's pain.
Vincent, you were art's unheralded prince,
Like no one was before, nor has been since.
(an ekphrasis of Vincent Van Gogh's "The Starry Night")
With laces tied, she is up and away
With the glint of the moon on her steel blades
The clink of metal as she leaves the ice
Pirouette of glee as her soul takes flight
Swirling and twirling, a bird on the wing
With her scarlet skirt flared out in a ring
Without any strings, she flies like a kite
A vision of grace on a windless night
Carving her masterpiece there on the lake
Gaining more power with each breath she takes
Joy beneath heaven on a starry night
In a world of white drenched in golden light
A girl with a dream and a pair of skates
Swan in a ballet on a frozen lake.
Author: Elaine Cecelia George, of Canada
Might We Ever…
by Odin Roark
Fathom
The depth of agony
A genius creation goes through
The willingness to imagine
Beyond expectant physical endurance
Understand
The amount of protected experience
Folded into the visceral sharing of
Pavarotti’s nine spine-tingling high Cs
In Donizetti’s “Pour mon ame”
Fracturing listener’s anticipations
Like the shattering of glass
Amidst a lightening bolt
In bright sunlight
Believe
The arc of a leap
The airless still-life
Of a form suspended
Defying gravity
Be it Nureyev
Baryshnikov
Or David Hallberg
Or
Withstand
One’s internal turmoil
When allowing a Barber Adagio
A Beethoven 7th
A Coltrane anything
To infiltrate man’s vast network
Those nerves and synapse celebrations
We so often take for granted
How frivolous we have become
Abandoning the gift of prescience
Ability to foresee and control the next moment
That time when richness of nature’s art
Only needs its due respect
To present a stage of creative imagination
Our own magnificence
Instead
Far too often
The brush stroke of a Starry Night
The perfection of a Modigliani distortion
A Dudamel flurry of baton passion
Or the vibration of Tibetan long horns
Arresting our often-mundane focus
Goes ignored
Can we ever
Become again
The gifts
We possess
Or
Will the downward spiral
Forever bury who we once were
Who we were destined to become
How evolution meant we serve
The next cosmic event
Might we ever…
Dusting the floor,
my broom wrestles
with the cobwebs lingering
from yesterday's sales,
all around the ceramics
the threads poke
in all directions,
I kick the dustpan
and the dirt crystalizes
in midair,
for a moment, it was beautiful.
Sirius, bright as always but
Canopus, closely behind.
The vacant moment
stabilizes,
attuning gravity
for the slightest
second.
The image painted its portrait
onto the walls just as
Starry Night captured Van Gogh.
Unlike brilliant masterminds,
the stars fall as gravity remembers
its role.
The glittering dots flake
over my feet blending
back into the ground,
the straws weak grip lifts
the dirt kicking it back
outside, yet again it forms
high up in the skies blending
with nature as it hides,
slowly it vanishes
as its memory remains
within the dirt, stars form.
Stories are written in scars
Stories are etched in time
Time tells tales
Time full of emotions
Emotions bloom like flowers
Emotions fluttering butterflies
Butterflies in stomachs
Butterflies chasing dreams
Dreams unfolding secrets
Dreams whispered confessions
Confessions of the heart
Confessions under moonlight
Moonlight whispers serenity
Moonlight causes storms
Storms of wild passion
Storms igniting desire
Desire burning like fire
Desire flickering flames
Flames of eternal warmth
Flames lighting the way
Way to endless bliss
Way to shared bliss
Bliss envelops us
Bliss echoes softly
Softly glowing embers
Softly arrives the sunset
Sunset paints the sky
Sunset whispers dreams
Dreams of endless hues
Dreams that dance on clouds
Clouds cradle the sun
Clouds a canvas of warmth
Warmth fading gently
Warmth in the awaken
Awaken the night's embrace
Awaken slowly the sea
Sea of dreams and wishes
Sea dark in the night
Night draped in velvet
Night whispers its secrets
Secrets held by the moon
Secrets sung by the stars
Stars as lanterns glowing
Stars in a starry night
Night unfolding its beauty
Night covered in stardust
Stardust shines on flowers
Stardust is delicate
Delicate
Flowers...