I found a stream running down beside a landscape,
chuckling as it splashed. I envy its intimacy with nature.
I tread softly along in dreamy euphoria,
picking flowers and tossing them into the water.
I watched them float and form a quilt of color
until light was purpling, and I felt the keening of ghosts
while a half-moon hid behind a moving veil of cloud.
Stars begin to scud the sky,
towers of clouds poised like opera curtains
the earth below a stage on opening night.
I hover above myself, holding an imaginary wineglass
its tinkle sending sparkles in starlight,
I am slipping into an opium dream of my own,
only to wake up in a blaze of glorious lunacy.
@jjote 070121
Categories:
purpling, celebration,
Form: Free verse
Weepy and willowy
purple and greening…
Green and purpling vines,
Landowners between the lines.
Beyond the willowing pines,
Spring’s surplusity sublime.
Weepy and willowy
purple and greening…
Conifers a leap, in front of creek,
reminiscent-flooding was not meek.
Caught in my wide eye that week —
the bubbling serendipitous freak.
Weepy and willowy
purple and greening…
Wraparound fence a lá wisteria blooms.
Honey and carpenter bees, hornets zoom,
‘round about its heady-cocktail’d perfume.
All aboard the buzz of springtide costume.
Weepy and willowy
purple and greening
Spring is a-leaping and lording
raising a poet’s pulse, an unpreventable affording
of contentment—
sickness of singing feathers, courting
unforgettable fetters
of magical colors, supporting
one’s cause for rhyming
hypnotic, its timing…
3/31/2021
Categories:
purpling, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
My Mind Is Playing Again
I long to ride the sky
On a high ridge drive
Where mountains’ purpling winds
Make haze.
Where smoky blue covers valley curves,
And the cry of natives’ spirits still
Are heard in pow wow from hill to hill
Divining laws.
Where wedding beads and haunting pipes
Dance in ancient summer nights,
I want to remember that never seeing,
But carry deep in my own being.
Categories:
purpling, imagery, native american,
Form: Free verse
standing at the top of the staircase
closing the eyes & arms out wide
fallen in love with the casual pageantry of madness
the one & only
the love that will not leave
the you that will not cease to be &
tumbling backward laughing
out & out into the open air
back bouncing down the ridges
without a care
bones ricocheting
bruises purpling & all coming to the surface of the skin
this is how you begin again.
so who was it that said that being normal was cool?
what again is normal, but following rules?
the status quo (piss, yellow in the snow)
writing your name in it for all the world to see
(and still staying within the lines)---
madness invites
madness comforts
madness kisses on the lips
madness will not cheat
madness will not steal from you
it only beckons that you
take from those that insist that they are
right in every way.
walk with caution because the self-righteous
slink around on the ground in their slithery snakeskin
amongst us---
the best that one can do is don your steel toed boots &
grind them into the ground
when they come to town.
Categories:
purpling, life, urdu, love,
Form: Ghazal
tiny lanterns-
burning bright
in darkest watches
of the night
like elvish sprites-
come beckoning
although never-
truly reckoning
of children filled-
with summer rapture
intent upon-
a quest to capture
venting to-
the purpling skies
their excited-
and delighted cries
of fireflies!!,fireflies!!!
Categories:
purpling, adventure
Form: Sonnet
The reddened riot of the sun wine-rich
Spills over skies of afternoon,
And done the purpling-reds of the day
Splash! So soon then they dissolve.
And sunset turns a violet grey
Mixing with twilight’s magic blur,
Revealing the playful fairy-shapes
Listen! To the whir of soft, soft wings.
Categories:
purpling, fantasy
Form: Free verse
The reddened riot of wine-rich sun
Spills over skies of afternoon,
And purpling-reds of the day now done
Splash!--then dissolve, so soon.
And sunset turns a violet grey
Mixing with twilight’s magic blur,
Revealing the fairy-shapes at play,
Listen!--to wings’ soft whir.
Categories:
purpling, fantasy
Form: Verse
I am the King of Empty Lands,
Where sunlight westers and then subsides,
And drips its purpling blue before it hides
Below horizons with violet rays.
As dusk diminishes the reds to greys
I pace my ruined parapet and sing.
I am the King of Empty Lands,
And I sing languid and lonesomely
Of pomp and emperies of Used-to-Be,
And fierce crusades out to the world’s far edge,
And then the leather-shielded driving wedge
Of fiends whose blades we soon were bloodying.
I am the King of Empty Lands,
And I hear spears on castle stones below…
My guards are slain! I am the last, I know,
And still I sing upon the evening air,
Indifferent if brutes ascend my stair—
I crave oblivion their axes bring!
1977
Categories:
purpling, adventure, history, nostalgia,
Form: Verse
She slants her shining, golden glance
Across desert, mountains, rivers, plants
Greets her rising, true romance
In the purpling, opposite skies
Her lunar love, her heart’s delight
Soars to ever darker height
For each, the other’s perfect, right
It’s on their wings time flies
She seems asleep within the night
Yet always, somewhere, she’s brilliant, bright
Motionless in constant flight
Each day its own surprise
They’ll never meet – there’s not a chance
These partners in eternal dance
Of darkness, light – they both enhance
The world with their long goodbyes
***
As their crescent waltz achieves crescendo
Sans artifice or innuendo
Young children start to play Nintendo
While adults stir and rise
Categories:
purpling, allegory, friendship, life, love,
Form: Tail-rhyme