Breathe in breathe out repeat, respiration is critical for any lifeform to succeed. All of a sudden I consider myself. Like the soil houses and remembers to shelter the seed, so the flowers germinate and can keep growing while their scent perfumes the air around me. Beautiful reminders I too am changing. Evolving. Beauty is still relevant just rearranging. As previously there were limitations to its phenotypic plasticity causing no growth or elevation. Someone is showing off using me as a demonstration. Like I'm always under observation while I am growing. Like Organogenesis: the development of new organs from meristems. The root of life is in me, the beginning and also the end. The combination of different cycles that one human holds within, is miraculous such a life I am worthy to play a function in. All I had to do was make it to this phase, where I can wake up to smell the flowers I planted along the way. Just be still. Breathe in breathe out, repeat, respiration is critical for any lifeform to succeed.
Categories:
plasticity, deep, growth,
Form: Rhyme
footprints
plasticity
of
repose
isolation
transition
vitality
with. esoteric
double
circles
Categories:
plasticity, art,
Form: Ekphrasis
You have
the plasticity of beauty
and the detail of enchantment
that touches who looks at you and sees...
Effluent Waves of Rare Perfumes
that sprinkles loving odors you cast ...
We feel convulsing apropos you
in sensations that sublimates glances ...
Everyone submits to yours
spells ...
You have the power to suspend stars
to adorn the sky of your passions.
You have a way of throwing dew on the flowers
to build the purest garden
of love...
You are a gift that is tender in us.
and in me that love you ...
Your absence still
contents me ... your presence
delights me !
Categories:
plasticity, allusion, care, love, metaphor,
Form: Prose Poetry
KLOMM!!!
...Broken now.
I can change it!
That Daniel Amen
Says so...
I can change it!
...Plasticity!
OW!!!
(That's all I can take,
My Brain Hurts)
Date Written: January 2, 2019
For: Brainy Brevity Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy
Categories:
plasticity, appreciation, health, how i
Form: Free verse
If you care for me
As you claim you do
Let me see
If your feelings ring true
In words and in spirit
Deep enough to respect the elasticity and plasticity of the space
I own which with respect you should treat
Or else it’ll be a deja vu case
In which words claim one reality
While actions portray the opposite
Notion which depicts frailty
You ought to quit
In circumstances that jettison
Hollow claims teeming with lame excuses
For which a levity lesson
Shuts down the last sensitivity and sensibility sluices.
Categories:
plasticity, poems,
Form: Free verse
Pillored and adulterated
Innocence flies away
Fearing to be underrated
In slimy circumstances for too long kept at bay
Until to her dismay
Innocence uncovers the mask
Behind facades that waylay
Every question innocence dares to ask
To establish the veracity
Banished so unfairly to confines
Where the truth plasticity
In the sand draws red lines
Challenging meninges
Whose yardsticks fall by the wayside
The day disturbances in sapience syringes
Opt to defend discredited personal pride.
Categories:
plasticity, poems,
Form: Free verse
Freaks in costumes,
Guised under normalcy
Amongst their own--
Making peacocks to
Appear as paupers--
Disheveled & unrivaled
In this world of their own.
Smoke escapes plasticity;
Drenched with green
Up against the night sky
Out against the city's contour.
Escaping as time
Once escaped with
Their noble youth.
Time surely aged them--
That vile vandal,
The one poets scorn..
Surely she would take
As she can accord;
But then, is it
Not man that leads a romp?
If time is the dance
Then fun is the tune.
Cascading the masquerade
Transcending any law--
Of logy memory.
One must make query:
What dreams await death's bed
Categories:
plasticity, angst, irony, satire,
Form: Free verse
The outline of a building is obscured by rain,
Drops are ricocheting in an aura of pain.
Stumbling and dying, petals fall to the dark ground;
After the wet torment, there is no trace of sound.
A distant crowing feeling seems to touch my skin,
My eyes hear spirals of wings fluttering in sin.
Perceived ill facts are processed differently for us,
Plasticity of senses prevents further loss.
Tendency to argue in favor of a foe,
Sprouts up from purged ideas you just refuse to know.
The rain starts again from eyelashes to sewer...
Wind blows muddy petals and treads over the pure.
Categories:
plasticity, allegory, introspection, life
Form: Rhyme
Like two mannequin's
facing opposite eachother
seperated by glass
outstreched fingertip's
only to feel the coolness of mica
surging emotion's rise
..........to no avail
How are we to endure
this transparent seperation ??
To wear you,is to need you
to want you,is to...
have your love drape me
in constant motion....
to be with me,is to be me
.........as I you,
bringing to life,the lifeless
ridding plasticity of prior's
forgetting complexities that sour
only....
to endure this transparent seperation......
Categories:
plasticity, love, passion,
Form: Free verse