W orking on the Precambrian rocks I traveled to Scotland
O n way to Edinburgh I crossed the undulating Highlands
R oad was serpentine, built on hanging rocks and debris
L ined by thick unbroken strands of birch and pine trees
D ressed in tartan skirt bagpipers on roadside played free.
C rossing the glen on foot I almost sank like in quicksand
R oaming in the moors the reindeers framed a sight grand
U nder a veil of mist the Loch Ness didn’t show its monster
I n a hurry I couldn’t have covered the whiskey trail faster
S cotch in dashes of small pegs went straight to my head
E nticing me to remember fondly the beauty of Scotland.
September 24, 2017.
Contest : World Cruise
Sponsored by : Kevin Shaw
Categories:
precambrian, adventure, travel,
Form: Acrostic
Hidden within Precambrian rock
Lies "a tiny mystery"
A veiled secret in the dark
A puzzling piece of history
A radioactive photograph
A polonium halo possibly
Buried in a cryptic curtain
Its secret may elude us
But what's certain
Should we presume to solve this riddle
We'll be hurled back in the middle
Of more dilemmas or enigmas endlessly
Published in the 2012 International Who's Who in Poetry
As "A Tiny Mystery"
Categories:
precambrian, science,
Form: Rhyme
One gnashing of teeth
makes a star fall billions of miles away
A tiny turn in a flower makes angels turn
The flutter of a strange butterfly
Is in my mouth my heart my hands my feet
As the universe
In and around me cry
Large raindrops fall
Busy making the circuit
from Precambrian days
Puddle to pool to river to sea
The humming beauty bivouacing inside me -
Sea to ocean to snorkelling whales,
fun, vapour, cloud and sky
Trysting with the cosmic fall
O, my, my !
Charged and seeded, full of child
Weeping, heavy with labour, wild
fat and veined, in ecstasy
blue belly filled
with water, corn, life, dreams distilled
From tubs of tangerine
In earnestness and sin
The angel and the butterfly
Over my head this evening flew
Lifting up the crimson sky
O, my, my !
Categories:
precambrian, inspirationalme, universe,
Form: Free verse
So…
Does the wall tick your life away?
Too much sand for a forked head?
Parricidal tyranny rules your place,
Melted into your wrist,
Breeding dodecagonal planes?
Revolution, the only way
Slow down your rhymes
Precambrian steps
Deep underwater frames
Creation dies
In the back of your head
It crumbles to the ground
Victim of ultrasonic-cotton sounds
Back into floating wires and dust
The original form
Free…
Willing to become something more
Perhaps cylindrical-prism birds
Or static twisters of masked paint
Melted light, eroded heat
Amorphous haze built out of sticks
A flock of snails flying west
Yet one flew over the cuckoo’s nest
Breathe…
Look around…
Repeat…
Non-beating chains
Plastic moments, washed away
By steam pulses, infrared
Comeback of the organic reign
[Stay home and watch the rain]
Categories:
precambrian, confusion, time
Form: I do not know?