The dividing line
Between shadow and I
Lies between the twain
Set upon a mirrored surface
That itself does contain
Some differences
In reflective
Surfaces.
Amid distractions and detours I found you,
In hindsight? It could never be fast enough.
Your raspy whisper was just slow enough,
each phrase uttered I wanted on repeat.
Not a single lyric could I not repeat,
with skin frozen in goosebumps I cringe.
Titillating sweat doesn’t make me cringe,
a short circuiting heart’s sign I can’t ignore.
The mundane is so easy to ignore,
stop blinding me with all that refraction.
Matching a storm lit with refraction,
passion’s impossible to take eyes off of.
With perfect focus and a lack thereof,
amid distractions and detours I found you.
One plus one
does equal three,
the cumulative reward
Melodic syllables
form musical composition.
Word sings.
Letters' colour spectrum
against a white backdrop,
font promotes aim.
Sense of shared purpose
of the whole, by the whole.
Pride in communal achievement.
REFRACTION
When a meaning’s span has no breadth
Or even being superficial with no depth
Then any intrinsic value would be scarce
Perhaps with origins on different worlds
Yet even when they are barely glimpsed
Or simply imagined and merely dreamt
By thick mist and clouds one is engulfed
Any claims of understanding can be false
For clarity of perception, one is obliged
As from the void it can never be gouged
But it’s like a burst balloon when pierced
And then none shall ever know its secret
The Refraction of Your Gaze
The prism of your Rejection is held before me
colors, breaking apart
to pierce my heart
with their meaning,
entering,
becoming:
the Violet of Penitence
though I seek not forgiveness
the Blue of Piety and Sadness
the one color true
the Green of Faith and Envy
my eternal hope and your selfish desire
the Yellow of Jealousy and Fear
which neither of us may ever erase
the Orange of Fruitfulness
wherein Love once grew, fragrant and sweet
the Red of Martyrs and Anger
death of the innocent, whose blood-color is as rage
projected from the Black Void of
your false Spirit, I am pierced as
you gaze beyond me, as though I were
a weak and fading spectrum
already dead
already powdered nothingness
Why must you
see me
through these colors
when I looked upon you with
the clear light of Love?
C2009 Thomas Lee Rhymes May 2009
My being is a mirror of the cold.
Flows through me, like wind and mold.
Flakes that can fly, bite, and hold.
The beauty of clear winter evenings unfolded.
Snowfall is enhanced by the trees exposed.
When lakes freeze, the kids shift to rink mode.
We omit each item from the scold.
However, we do not know what winter will hold.
This is the real springtime prize foretold
Written: December 03, 2022
Delineation
By symbolisation
As the uttered word
Finds all hearts stirred
By the power of vibration
Coloured by their interpretation
As of purity of their being
In resonation feeling
Marked by intent
With will bent
In surrender
In wonder
Co-creating
By experiencing
Stirrings in the heart
Wherein cognition starts
Anew at each given moment
Heightened by stillness quotient
12-October-2020
Soon nature will change color
A refraction time
Autumn has the highest price
A goodbye to warm and bright days
The air is fresh and the forest is quiet
The migratory birds leave us
and those who remain
have to prepare for a new cold season
Autumn shines in orange, red and gold
When the sun sweeps low over the landscape
it gives a warm and nice light
Time for reflection, leaned back in a soft chair
Take a look at the starry sky, it's beautiful
The only thing you need to think about,
is to be present at the moment
30.08.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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I wanted this infatuation stone.
Perched upon the fringe of a great unknown.
Wading into warm shallows called hope
My eyes out of tune with the murky shoal.
Reaching out with lusty intent.
Bumping infatuation over the ledge,
Wobbling down a trail of salty nonchalance,
Following, like a drunken, big-footed clown.
Leaving sunlight behind with each foolish stroke.
Into a deep blue ball of unforgiving cold.
Blue relenting to a black pod abyss.
Until the spirit struck the face of godless.
A million stones for a fool to blindly grope.
With handfuls of infatuation, I quickly rose
Each stroke loosening up a few more stones.
Breaching the surface with nothing left.
But the refraction of lust and the ghost of regret.
Glassy-Eyed Refraction
There was a sweet girl of pure glass.
Met a merry man with no class.
She’d shattered this bloke.
He drank til she broke.
Both attended funeral mass.
7/6/2017
The bending light from the headline
News
As it enters my optic
Nerve
Resonates from eager
Fingertips
Coursing to my
Cortex
As the crisp crunch of
Paper
Crackles in self
Satisfaction
The pungent wisp of fresh
Paper
And strong
Ink
Refract
A
Poem
...I can touch
05/12/13
Refracting morn's light
Aurora Borealis
Beauty touched spirit
Sunrays pierce trees through forest
Moment captured forever
Sponsor: Carolyn Devonshire
Contest: Forest Lights
Though Time has dwindled me to motes,
My dust remains in sunset’s light—
A pattern faintly forms and floats
Discernible before your sight.
Indefinite and vague, yet there,
A wisp of what I was persists
Split-second long upon bright air—
Then vanishes in violet mist.
T H U N D E R
T E M P E S T
S H I N I N G
S H O W E R S
H A I L I N G
H E A V E N S
P R O M I S E
a rainbow on high
liquid to light
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