The waves&her
Along the waves she ambles
Prevailing the ocean elysian
The longing feel of a hiraeth
Sensual, her cheeks aflush; An inamorata.
She gently rubs her eyes and sees-
the bewitching phosphenes:
Ludic, And apricate.
Among the waves she stood, in-stillness.
The aurora reflecting on her eyes.
In werifesterias, she questions and halts,
The alexithymia she relishes
Then she ruminates with a glee.
The ocean flows mellifluous-
Dulcet. So orphic.
Away from the waves she walks,
Ephemeral, on the way to her metanoia
Absquatulate.
Categories:
phosphenes, 12th grade, appreciation, assonance,
Form: Free verse
I’m singing in colors of champagne sapphire
curating mauve rhymes from orchid twilight,
as bleached butterflies bloom and soar higher,
candles of love rekindle through moonlight.
Polychromatic phosphenes burn so bright.
Twin flames of technicolor fiesta,
paint dusky horizons from stellar heights
when blood rose within lies in siesta.
Aureolin strokes of firm faith transpire,
thawing blue icicles on frosty thorns
Tossing pastel petals dipped in despair.
Yet, stars above the raven valley mourn,
sprinkling pixie dust upon mellow horns,
Hoping someday there'll be no unseen tears
Pushing soulmates to the pyre in forlorn.
We rewrite neon swan-songs with no fears
Perhaps, black is the synonym of love,
woven to the silver wings of midnight.
Categories:
phosphenes, color, love, metaphor, poems,
Form: Rhyme
A sky denuded of stars
Is just like a garden devoid of blossoms.
Even when the night sky goes aloof too,
I close my eyes
And enter into a profound colloquy
With the phosphenes of my eyes.
These flickering phosphenes spring up at once
Presenting a phantasmagoria of various hues of blues.
How well have these phosphenes deciphered
That I possess a weakness for tranquility!
They pirouette incessantly
Displaying a multitude of shapes and forms,
As if essaying their utmost
To impart their solicitude to me,
To attend to my unvoiced revelations,
Scouring away the feeling of loneliness.
Categories:
phosphenes, fantasy, feelings,
Form: Free verse
I'm an ominous seashell stuck in the deep.
Blest realms of gold-plated hemophilic snow
Cerulean tears wet molten drops scary heap.
Seven waves fade and the moon sigh flow
Blest realms of gold-plated hemophilic snow
A chamomile sunset breaks the epic cloud hills.
Seven waves fade and the moon sigh flow
Maybe phosphenes smell of bluet daffodils.
A chamomile sunset breaks the epic cloud hills.
Night fluorescent rains on the chilly shoreline.
Maybe phosphenes smell of bluet daffodils.
The vanities and cupid coral soiled the pine.
Night fluorescent rains on the chilly shoreline.
Despite my rufescent roots, I never shone.
The vanities and cupid coral soiled the pine.
Struck by the awful cloud of cryptic ruby tone.
Despite my rufescent roots, I never shone.
Cerulean tears wet molten drops scary heap.
Struck by the awful cloud of cryptic ruby tone.
I'm an ominous seashell stuck in the deep.
Categories:
phosphenes, analogy, bereavement, moon, wind,
Form: Pantoum
My eyes are magical.
When I rub them you appear,
and stars surround me like fireflies.
I see a tapestry of the sky on your face,
with a golden sun and purple clouds.
In my dreamscape
I weave a bridge between us
with colorful threads,
and our worlds become celestial.
Categories:
phosphenes, love,
Form: Free verse
Lost in your elegance,
if only time could stand still
to capture this memory eternally.
Reflection of the moon shimmers
upon tranquil waters
in congregation with the stars,
as we sail in composed serenity.
Only the echoes of night insects
and illumination of fire flies
distract me from
your mellifluous voice, which
accompanies your radiant smile.
To describe your divine beauty
is ineffable as I fall into limerence.
Your ethereal eyes guide me closer,
all resistance is futile,
intoxicated by your natural allurement.
My heart feels an epiphany
with the revelation of true love.
As our lips touch sensually
my eyes are in a state of phosphenes,
now oblivious to my surroundings.
In hope this feeling is not ephemeral,
my whole being is enticed by the desire
to remain eternally in this moment.
Silent One
Originally written 7 November 2015.
Edited 26 May 2018
Limerence (also infatuated love) is a state of mind which results from a
romantic attraction to another person typically including compulsive thoughts
and fantasies and a desire to form or maintain a relationship and have one's
feelings reciprocated.
Categories:
phosphenes, desire, love, romance,
Form: Free verse
I know so well the warmth of cold moonlight,
For night is home to all keen thought, blissfully unmaligned.
Helios holds no sway with me, his journey out of sight,
Selene, my muse, guides my sweet nocturnal mind.
Supine, I float, and watch my ethereal phosphenes fly,
Till epiphany alights and I feverishly spring to write.
Mellifluous the ring of ink, as the paper I glorify,
Eloquent with ease, till the sharp break of Aurora’s light.
The ephemerality of my life seems with my heart to brawl,
Under shadow, ponder I, if unturned I leave life’s stone.
Yet Nyx’s reign inveigles me like sonorous siren call,
And so I sit, to on paper bleed, on my solemn wooden throne.
To live and write in lonely dark is my god-given right,
I’d rather live to shine in shadow than disappear in light.
Categories:
phosphenes, creation, dedication, depression, loneliness,
Form: Sonnet
In disbelief
Phosphenes shine
All I see
Is only mine
The trails
The ghosts
The U.F.O.s
The me I am
The highs and lows
Glimpses of truth,
Wasted youth
Implausible outcomes
Photo booths
Distorted views
Slanted trees
The little sights
I can’t unsee
Categories:
phosphenes, depression, happiness, light, science
Form: Free verse
Blinking faces
Pools of light for eyes
Communicating with small touches
Murmurs of affirmation
Keeping quiet
Cutting paper hearts that glow in the dark
Veins filled with phosphenes
Mirrors for cars, rain for mirrors
Talking with strangers in nightly dreams.
This life is transient yet eternal
Has no beginning
Has no end
Rings of Saturn, Halos that no one can have
Because you're not an angel
And you have no wings to spread
Just waiting, sand clocks
trickling with the speed of light
Blessed with nature, blessed with existence.
Categories:
phosphenes, baptism, dark, dream, light,
Form: Free verse
I close my eyes and the world dissolves into little stars.
Windows and shadows taper off into unknown distances of space in sickly, bruised, yellow-greens and poisonous magenta.
With whisps like ghosts that arrive in clouds and vibrate in the center of this not vision.
When they are sliced by imposing rings of pale blue and green from the left,
washing away like a beachy horizon.
Until it fades away once more into a grotesquely stained carpet pattern crawling with ants
That moves as if on a conveyer belt.
There is a fine black point in the distance that radiates with a distinctive sting.
It begins, with instances of light that stretch and vibrate like sinew under beacons when the squinting makes the vision ripple
And flattens floating amber orbs until they burst.
The prickling landscape advances.
Categories:
phosphenes, color, imagery, light, write,
Form: Free verse