Long Tourmaline Poems

Sonnets XLII-LI

Distances
by Michael R. Burch

Moonbeams on water?
the reflected light
of a halcyon star
now drowning in night...
So your memories are.

Footprints on beaches
now flooding with water;
the small, broken ribcage
of some primitive slaughter...
So near, yet so far.



A Surfeit of...

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"Salvage"


Salvage the fixating salvation 
unfurling from the wreckage
of a numb world twisted inside
treasure climbs swimming 
the ladder from the deep of all things 
reaching upwards travelling in a new time
of melting morpheme moments overlapping 
dissolved...

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A Vain Word
by Michael R. Burch

Oleanders at dawn preen extravagant whorls
as I read in leaves’ Sanskrit brief moments remaining
till sunset implodes, till the moon strands grey pearls
under moss-stubbled oaks, full of whispers, complaining
to the darkening...

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MODERN SONNETS II

I prefer the original definition of the sonnet as a “little song” of indeterminate form and length. These modern sonnets vary from more-or-less traditional to free verse.



In Praise of Meter
by Michael R. Burch

The...

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Twice the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Yet again awoken by winter when the third was three in number.

I sense that a silence doth sneak ‘tween cracks of weathered wood,
Conniving with that which shadows...

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Thrice the night—the day!—both fell to sleepless slumber,
But now in Spring, though yet again: The third was three in number. 

I sense a wince remind itself,
Of what it means to be,
Instead to beg for booked...

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As I was in national park virunga
 and I saw a zebra 
which was giving birth and
one black and white cobra 
passed by there.
 I admired their colours 
and took some pictures 
to show my kids...

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"Ghosts and Gods"



We see them
when we want to,
in our minds 
and hearts
they are always 
mysterious
watching over us

the other world -
above
they -
see everything
in our dreams
below

we  -
the strangest creatures
below,
sometimes we see them 
above,
when they want us...

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Oh! good people ,
        Congolese of Democratic
                  Republic of the Congo, 
One of good and kind nations in the World
                      Very hospitable 
                       And Sociable
                         Peaceful 
                          And Joyful 
                           Pentient
                           And Loving 
                           Very...

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Dear anxiety
Nemesis to my reality,
mental manipulator of tentative trust,
massacring my once sagacious soul -
you cut me into a slice of loneliness.

The fault is in our thoughts,
so I am haunted by the things you never said.
You...

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The path led to rose bushes cul de sac.
Early in the morning, we sat down to rest.
Dewdrops are still shining on the track.
At our feet, a swarm of ladybugs, deft. 
Petrichor arose as the July rains...

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SPHINX STONE 

I am Sphinx Stone
Sun stationed statue
silent sculptured synoptic 
not marble or granite 
nor black tourmaline or
crystal sapphire quartz
vortex for Void actualising 
sacred amber ambles

Timelines cutting cross
my magnetic magenta 
miracle to dissipate in
dry desert...

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We grasp shadows flow over magenta light
      in the crystal trails of tourmaline
      yes, both of us will leave.
      ...

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Rufescent clouds descend on the Victorian horizon as the sky dies
Beneath them bone chilling winds roar as salvos,
I feel like an acceptor who adheres to the doctrine of disguise
While looking through the prism of a...

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You are like the peacock on the top of Radisson blue sky 
The red eyes and blue heart of you dig out my sense of desire
Envy there is hidden to gasp all and lust flourishes...

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i often wondered why did October
in all of her beauty
become national breast cancer month

the trees bear resemblance to the sun
the yellow, orange, scarlet folds
softly spiraling in the cool winds
was it the red, as it tumbled...

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I stand
Standing upon the emerald landscape
posture stiff and still
Eyes like black holes
devouring the space around me
Glass horse galloping, prisms 
exploding through the plainlands
Time passes faster and faster 
the clouds cocoon and bloom
into a wrinkled face,...

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Shades of Awakening

Cool of the moon dampened the heat of the sun.
Corals of sleep invigorate the restful one. 

Falling awake on this crystal clear morn,
Into cerulean, my soul is born.

Naked and relaxed, aquamarine inspired,
Freedom of...

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Echos of silent lights swirling, 
dancing, surrounding this sky
so calm

So many stars lucky enough to 
be witness to this invitation
only metamorphasis

Silently whispering it's colors
of alabaster and tourmaline
intertwinded as if bonded
in marriage

Reflections of aquamarine and 
tourquise...

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Our Father's precious gifts
Blessed our heart's Chakra
Hosta of God's tiara
Unified beauty
Izzy
Respect to the days of old Ethan
Heavenly Father's wisdom was given
God's promises
Glorious
Provided Father's right hand
Peace throughout our lands
A promise our Lord includes
Blessings of multitude
Chosen tourmaline
God's...

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Aspects and expectations of color,
be amethyst, be the best, reenlist,
sensory seizes sparks stimulator.

Be lavender and sweeter, forever,
be cerise and release your masterpiece,
aspects and expectations of color.

Be amber then enter to surrender,
be tourmaline, my dream still-ravish-cease,
sensory...

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KISSING THE MOON

Twilight displays striations of multicolored      light.
The shrewd sun and morose moon, begin to          fight.
Amber spreads her net across the...

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October's Falling Leaves (Tourmaline)

Frost glazed leaves
Of red and yellow sheens,
Are strewn about by the breeze.

And it’s charming to trend
Tourmaline’s side-wend
To avoid stepping on them.

Then, she smiles back at me
Uttering in glee,
“October’s falling leaves.”
  ...

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Frigid weather with gritty graupels welcome winter.
	Rivulets of raucous rain freeze without cease or halt.
	Overly willful waterfalls splatter and splinter.
	Zealous spirits scatter shards with turbulent thrust fault 
	Emerging brush tips turn tourmaline in the hinter.
	Neither...

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Poured from purloined bottles of poison,
Whose drip is but a crimson crash,
Of whisky washing my lips which moisten,
With a humid dew of drowning cash.

From the pocket pours the absinthe green;
Tourmaline trash tossed atop the torrent,
Which...

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