Long Tracery Poems

“Son”...”say goodnight to grandpa”

Spurred by mother dearest 
as well as other politesse
drummed into her second born
fobbing blandishments as incentive
tumbled off fingers of prodigal son
tripped wordsmith to splutter forth
forthwith the following lines.

Back in the day 
quaint...

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spring blesses with scent a mind 
encased in February’s mummy-swathe.
I drop my rags of winter 
stretch out on the warmed porch
thought steps lightly on to a carpet, 
woven of mist and aromatic perfumes,
which glides silently...

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The grand, half-ruined Parthenon,
once a sublime, Doric grace,
Even now, in broken, stone blocks,
always takes my breath away.
The rich, classical detail,
fluted columns without plinths,
to imagine what it once was,
the mind can’t even begin…

That towering Coliseum,
the great...

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The vigilant Knight of Winter stretched out his frost-lined hand

Gauging temperature changes over the desolate land

His trailing snowy mantle skirts the overhanging bower

Welcoming dawn's re-emergence this sun rising hour

Solitary Knight no wish to remain

Sentinel to...

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This is a dangerous man. Seduction‘s tendrils lace
thumbs at collarbone, his digits wind round behind.
Manicured, long, clean…fingers, made for face tracery,
pulling back shoulders and raising crest-capped peaks.

Thumbs at collarbone, his digits wind round behind.
Soft, full,...

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There are certain smells, sights,and tastes,
which will always remind me of Grandma.

The yellow of freshly molded butter;
thin, floral china tapping on a white porcelain tabletop;
the frail softness of my own thin skin,
veined now with the...

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Ages ago bygone childhood delighted 
   especially Florida (sunkist) grandpa
Harris (Aaron) indulged jais nais sais quois 
   kibitizing lovingly, mirthfully
naturally offering pleasing qualities, 
   rendering slender tanned 
under venerated...

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^b^
				Lux Nova
			(after Notre Dame)

The light at Suger's
	 St. Denis
precursor for mighty Notre Dame
Paints both floors in color.
Transliterated from the glass of guilds
	Tracery and mullions 
Adumbrate
A story in late winter's light
Perhaps enough, barely enough
	Enough of an...

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Ah you and I; such an unfathomable affair, 
So contradictory to logic and reason and safety – 
In being together we have thrown all caution to the fickle winds, 
We have bound ourselves together in...

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Wintereinbruch / Onset of Winter / Inicio del invierno  

Tage verschwimmen im Nebel.
Eisblumen malen Gesichter
an die Fenster 
und die Zeit steht still
wie eingefroren.
Lange schon verstummte
der sommerliche Vogelgesang.
Der kurze Herbst
hält noch die bunten Blätter 
an...

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To gaze into a campfire at night
And see nothing…
For the common man
Is an impossible feat

For one’s primal brain (not unlike a moth)
Is drawn to the flame
And will command no less than
A front row seat

One’s mind...

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POWERFUL CONCEPTS
daring
to return
in
enthralling
  &
radiant
grandeur
bright emblems
 in freefall
of
nostalgiaa
  resembling
a
galaxy of
    frozen
spectacular
fragments
forever passing
as
drifting shadows
in an
astral accidentn

 explosions
of all kinds
painstakingly
  &
marvellously
 spread
out  greeting
the arrival
of the  deeply
 ambiguous
perhaps
 an allusion
 of  transformation
 something from
 nothing
  melted down
&
 refined
evocative of
minimalist
  tracery
in the
 abstract
of
 tangles
of
 vibrating  
clouds
through
the
 lens
of
beautiful
innocent
ignorance
potent
with
significance
 trying to speak
through
a  heap of
discarded matter
 subtle
& capacious
&
 drifting
a sense of a mind
unfolding
stretching
 adding
 words

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making...

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The gate to the old cemetery is rusty and old,
though once upon a time is was elegant and gilded;
ornate with filigree tracery ornamentation,
now, it is decaying, fragile, yet still beautiful to me.
I push to...

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–For Burns

Hanging from its branches, 
The tree bears them like glorious fruits— 
Laden with corpses rotting: old and new.
Their eyes glazed over, forever spewing agony—
All in various stages of decay; 
Dripping blood from their slick...

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Bejeweled, in and out of the Gothic architecture, 
Conceived by Abbot Suger, through a constant conjecture;
With perfect glasswork etched out of the then-time silica,
Found its place In Saint-Denis Cathedral Basilica...!

Modestly outsized splash-smeared gorgeous goblet casements,...

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She has a tumbledown deck, a creaky rocker.
Dandelion seeds carry memories
from one neglected garden patch to another.
She’s not old, but her wine has mulled,
the sun has scoured her face into a tracery
of twilit paths.

There were...

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Child, Child, Holy Child Yes I'm Still Here

Bless me Holy Father as I weep
You are my Shepherd and I am your sheep
I pray at the altar today to confess my sin
But I don't know where...

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Filigree
Celtic Filigree

Graceful filigree unbroken 
Weaves a tracery
With strands entwined
Like a whisper from the misty isles
Woven into whorls of melodic unity,
Indivisible spirals of the eternal three,
Thin harp strings of crisscrossed swirls
Weaving lyric filigree
Delicate fine threads elaborate
Earth,...

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amorphous creeping, flowing fog
a living wispy presence
directed by Aeolus whim
searching for substance and form 
to grasp and entomb
finds unresisting, sleeping shapes

in gray shadowed forest trees 
reaching and waving 
in the early morning cold
with gnarled fingers...

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DUCK IN  A  DARK CITY LAKE	


Small and dark, materializing in the lake  
From the seamless blue black, the sprite  
Curved her path, leaving a gleaming wake,     
Its...

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Look for me where stars collide,
somewhere in the great divide
betwixt and between the here and now
and the wild blue yonder of what and how.

In the tracery of the orb web spider
or the bubbles in a...

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Rough hands upon her,
not near, there, or where,
nor the seashell tip of a fingering care
            or other
       ...

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All nature’s linked, the heavens with the earth,
in star formations, gas, galactic dust,
elusively in roles of death and birth
however random seems their wanderlust.
We peer in space with telescopic sight
that oft may miss the tracery that’s...

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Against the depthless blue 
Backdrop of the sky
A tracery of bare brown branches
Feathers out above,
Dipped golden by last rays 
Of the declining sun.

But wait!
The show’s not over yet,
For as the sun
Makes its final bow,
A grand...

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We Look Up At The Family Of Tracery Architecture

Tracery architecture began seeing the light
From the Gothic Age on it gained its birthright 
Its beauty spread left and right, day and night
In the stoneware dividing the...

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