Materializing
memory
photos on the wall
Immortalizing
tomorrow
vision to recall
Prescience
in the offing
feelings coming home
Sentience
remaking
— that forever known
(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)
As good
as they got
Clapton
Allman and Page
Their music
still borrowed
the Delta
on stage
Technique
in the offing
devoid
of the pain
As juke joints
and crop shares
sing out
— in refrain
(The New Room: August, 2025)
.
a mirror lies cRaCkEd in the sand—
folding sky into w a t e r
water into s k y
the offing n e b u l o u s as HOPE
a melancholy stains t.u.r.b.u.l.e.n.t w a t e r s
washing up on the shores of Life
icy waves reaching
the tenuous sandcastles
I had built in the sky—
an undercurrent
dragging my dreams out to sea …
fading with time—
riPPled dreams
like riLLs on the breach
HOPE threads through
fire rainbows of my mind
as t.u.r.b.u.l.e.n.t tides d i s s o l v e
the ammil in my heart
—thawing—
trickling beyond the breach …
Pillars built on words,
Seeking votes with grand designs,
Offing yet unfixed.
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Learn to Fandango
castanet in your hand
Tambourine calling
its bells to command
Dance every Tango
before it’s too late
Death in the offing
— the wolf at the gate
(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)
I don’t know
what it is
I know
what it isn’t
Revealed
in the offing
An image
— takes form
(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
in order to have bliss i run the risk
on the high-flying disk there is no resistance
my dreams need no practical means to reason
now that i have been given into this musing
two magnets touched by two different polarities
round and round the Karma card
Venus and Jupiter dancing in a figure 8
now that you've made the sun flip
giving and receiving are not different actions
said Metatron and Kali to the sugar-coated tongue
tasting the sweetflag and sweet cinnamon
now pacing with me one foxtrot step at a time
dancing in the end zone cheers and jeers
abundance lies in the heart that allows
if one can't see through the door, why bother?
now that your pride goeth before destruction
direct hard truth flexible with too quick to act
stars shine on both sides
you deserve better when hope is restored
now that there is no you at the head of the table
sleight of mouth que voulez-vous faire?
the sun is not a balloon you can string along
the offing is a vertical horizon
now that you have reincarnated yourself
there is a light that never goes out
The windmill is ready
the wind is not
Breezes far distant
never reaching the spot
Change in the offing
consent from within
One breath pouring outward
— and blades start to spin
(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
Are those tears on my cheek, in my eyes,
at their peak? The melody speaks
so simply of love, of Sonny and Cher.
I share this idea that love can grasp,
whether moments in time, though
they don’t last, still looking back.
Looking back at my parents’ romance
who would’ve thought. No wonder
they were drawn to the duo,
dynamically funny and melodic.
May not be Bocelli and Dion,
“My Prayer,” but it reaches
to my deepest heart - to hear
from one another,
“I’ve got you, Babe,”
in all its nuanced and youthful ways.
Perfectionism, our eyes glaze over,
giddy with twin palpitations. No one
meets the standards. Grief
tears us apart. Some really believe
they had the perfect thing -
twisting the ring…ahh,
twisting the hair…ooh. Close to
heaven, but big galoot
you betray yourself - offering incense,
incensed at the offing…so deep
your chin hits the floor.
“Amazing Grace,” sets us back on our feet,
honoring God in life, at death.
Are those tears on my cheek, in my eyes,
at their peak? The melody speaks…
From the shores, I look into the waves
Her offing colors become my raves
The water goes - oh so deep
My continuing gaze goes within my sleep
Yes, I hear the waves, as I watch the incoming tide
I know those dreams - as I look back in time
My memories are at times in a searching flux
The thoughts billow, like the taste of salty brine
Oh, how the ocean currents flow
Now the tide goes away, but she will return
As with everything I love, I know she is mine.
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thoughts lick at my consciousness
distracting me from the warm embrace
of the colour pallet unfolding
I stare with myopic eyes at the kaleidoscope
endeavouring to discern the demarcation
of the edge of each shade
naming them as though they are listed on a colour chart
displayed at the local hardware store
but as soon as I have one splash of tint pinned down
it fades to be replaced by a more pleasing explosion of colour
a child’s toy impatiently twirled
a rainbow snipped into a multitude of shapes
in never to be repeated patterns
like an uxorious husband
it enfolds the evening sky in its loving embrace
its fleece soft fingers exploring
lulled into a unison of consent
with a barely perceptible rush of contentment
a slight sibilant sigh issues
memorialising daylight
clinging to the fringes of observation
the scene depicts its titular character
of moral decay
the riparian area jealously guards its supremacy
as hydrophilic plants are robbed of their splendour
in a final display of defiance
alluvial fans buffet against the offing
recombobulating
the natural order of Chaos:
The Great Deep of ancient mythology
A journey landing in December
Road to the Moon of wonder
Trip of four to remember
East of Eden fonder
Milestone is in the offing
Instilled dream becomes a happening
Strobe lights showing and playing
Second-scheduled mission, but first crewed...
As a rainbow of the sunset descends
and the balmy breeze washes over sand
that tickles between toes and carefree hand,
I’m in the company of valued friends.
The deceptive calm of darkening sea
where the cormorants dive for their last meal,
the leeward shadows of the rocks turn teal –
I would not wish in other place to be.
The windsurfers had furled colourful kites.
Easterly wind had died down for the day
and sharks are out to forage and for play
in riptides, lurking out of reach of lights.
I lift my eyes to the offing* distant,
the aspect of which is ever constant.
INSPIRED BY:
Sonnet VI,
by William Lisle Bowles
Poetic form: BOWLESIAN SONNET
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*offing: (n) The sea-level horizon is the geographic horizon at sea level. One of the best places to see the sea-level horizon is a beach. The ocean and the sky provide a clean, flat line where the Earth seems to meet the sky. If you’re standing on the beach looking out at the sea the part of the sea that ‘touches’ the horizon is called the 'offing'.
Wandering aimless at night
Seeking hopeless for light
Remembering beautiful past
Suffering from memories,aghast
Where I was yesterday a host
Now, I am merely a guest
The city which once was so beautiful
Filled with all colors of joy,wonderful
Turned out to be colorless
Never ending cries fill the air
Ferocious screams, blind eyes and deaf ears
Peace lies at the table like a dice
When these assaults will cease
May the new dawn in the offing
Be the hope of new spring
Where the colours of our beautiful past returned
Where the fragrance of our lost spring retained
Midnight was approaching.
A New Year is in the offing.
I see her a few yards from me.
Lovely, enchanting, alluring.
We smile, we approach,
Silently we clink glasses,
Sip the bubbly drink.
The countdown begins
Towards the new year.
Our lips brush,
O the ecstasy of love.
I feel her soft face,
Her slightly parted lips.
All around seem to disappear,
We find ourselves
In a vortex of love
Light as we find ourselves
In the delight of weightlessness.
Hurtling up in elation.
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