Opaque,
quite menacing
glacial dark water stills.
Freezing you from the inside out,
murky.
A pool that’s never transparent
does not need honesty.
Lethal’s waiting
to strike.
A bullet speaks loud in fleeting breath
Fires rage while weaving death
The wind cries out in a desperate wail
A burdened mind dreams to no avail
Anger smolders waiting to rise
A tempest brewing in disguise
But a smile from you is bright
Thawing hearts and restoring light
time is a thick fog
near field perceived, but far off ~
impenetrable
Irrational Numbers
David J Walker
There is nothing so opaque
as the past
one day or one million cast
into a single ambiguous folder
older than the
order of the Universe
smaller than the molecule
you cannot see but
you seem to remember
on some primal level
within its remains
the arcane names
spelt
in irrational numbers
nature in all
its moods
weathered wonders
pictorially
portrayed
water colour
washed extempore
harmony
freed of drudgery
contradictory
yet
transparent
turner to the fore
opaque
yet extempore
auras of
lyricism
a sophistication
of
mischief
an
inner
connection
delicate
miniatures
of
latent
chance
in spontaneity
coherent
components
in a
loose
symbiosis
of
opaque
circles
droplets in cipher
The suture on my broken heart is torn, beyond repair.
Not even the veneer of your love or kindness can bind it now.
Crimson crystal drops drip, as I labour to liberate my heart
from this opaque world... where no one sees me.
10.27.2020
Excerpt from "Free my heart"
For Greg Barden's "Liberum Divisa 2" contest
Haibun: Man and the Bird
Something is opaque in the sky; he cannot read it. There has been some throbbing in the heart for quite some time but he is mentally uncertain about the emotion behind it. He is thoughtful between any action or inaction.
eagle’s direction is fixed
wings closed, it dives into the lake-
a fish dazzles in its talons
© Aju Mukhopadhyay, 2020
Drowning in our incubus sleep,
phantom enemies are devised.
Easy answers for night terrors.
Social purgatory for the stranger,
Our river Styx for the brown ones.
Our fortress must wall them out.
Brown poverty is culpable.
Starving families must be criminals.
Racialism winking and nodding.
Jingoism sneering and taunting.
Everyone knows the words.
ICE round up the suspects.
Our delirious sorcery making police raids.
For us wall builders, it is always midnight.
For us distracted, there is never safety.
We are detainees of our nightmare,
POWs of our wraiths.
The smeared tirades offer glaucoma.
The duplicitous liars supply our slumber.
The scapegoating harangues support our night blindness.
Yet, we always awaken sweating
in our witless twisted sheets.
Mascara’s running smeared,
the vision has left her faded;
The road up ahead looks hazy
a wicked taste of the unknown;
A shimmer in the dark illuminated,
there is clarity in a little bit of uncertainty;
Infinite endless possibilities,
blissfully no clear direction;
Fireworks light up a constellation,
she’s addicted to the free things;
dizzy on the energy around her
she gets high on a stranger’s smile
the feel of his hands on her back;
lost in the white noise of the darkness,
There is clarity in a little bit of opaque.
On gossamer wings my life floats into my mind,
cloudy shadows vague, puzzling and perplexing;
it seems my life has been more like opaque chapters,
sometimes the darkness, is fogbound and murky.
Yet, some unfathomable reverie brings me sweetness,
clouded in dimness, blurred and hazy and beautiful;
I linger in my reverie, in the mystifying mist of time,
and when it clears, I am left weeping with the love.
My life from birth to death is a book closing forever,
and my reverie will soon be opaque on the pages;
not penetrating the light again and non transmitting,
for I will be gone and all that I was will be obscure.
_____________________________
November 24, 2019
Poetry/Verse/'Opaque Reverie'
Copyright Protected, ID 19-12089-913-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Strand Special 3
Brian Strand
Honorable Mention
Bathe in opaque lakes.
Water waltzes with unseen things
Who is watching from the hills? Do you feel secure and clean?
Can life change within the splash?
You can inherit disease or a pod of pearly things.
Or smash your spine on a devil stone
make love to a water lily or
gently stroke through life alone.
Jesus was fond of water, I think.
Poor people are grateful for it.
They dream in little ripples
The rich dream in tsunami waves.
Take a chance; dance with unseen things.
Bathe in opaque lakes
See what emerges from your being.
be free
beneath the hazy bough i lay
amongst the prey of opaque grey
impenetrable souls seize like tides
and nebulous love fears what time hides
blurred without a third eye to reason with my heart
my enigmatic mind delights in what craves to depart
beneath the hazy bough I pray
obscurity and disarray
become debris to throw away-
amongst the prey of opaque grey
11.26.19
Opaque Poetry Contest
on rear view mirror
opaque fragments of glass soul
invisible world
Dated 26th November 2019
Sponsor Anthony Slausin
Contest Name..opaque
pure as water flows
through my eyes light not passes
cloudy blurred opaque
smeared muddied grimy
this darken path so leads me
tween a rock and a hard
space hazy extremes
through my eyes light not passes
cloudy blurred opaque
11/25/19
Opaque Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausin
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