eerie emptiness
we float away
our vision distant
longing extinguished
from the world detached
ties disconnected
yet peace suffused
in this void-centric view
cloaked in aloneness
strangely intimate
then we are reeled in
to bliss drenched form
vibrant and aglow
in the borrowed light
loaned by presence
as gift of grace
which we imbibe
to rekindle dying ember
that refractions of love
radiate across space
as a tribute
to our creator
without further inquiring
about God’s divine plan
since our identity
as something separate
from the all that is
has been erased
in place of which we are
fullness in emptiness
emulsified in this urn
wherefrom emanates
the elixir of bliss
commingled with light
banishing darkness
As a God-spark, mirroring His heartbeat,
my essence dwells in the cave of my heart,
where bliss refrains unendingly repeat,
etched in the vast void, as a work of art.
Prismatic refractions adorn the sky,
quite the same as a rainbow in full view,
effervescence of love that makes hearts sigh,
yet which can be savoured by but a few.
Childlike innocence alone holds the key,
to turn my heart’s lock, opening the gate,
transformed as a mist, those souls who are free,
must effuse pure love as they levitate.
My secret I share for those who can pair ~
Shining as love, light and bliss, self-aware
To frolic amongst the daisies and posies is to relish
in the sweet drink of victory over a despicable,
old, and much-sought-after foe.
It is a feeling akin to splashing cold basin water
upon the face after hard work—lips chapped
by sun, sweat, and the long, tired day crowded
amongst them.
Reclaim possession; bring it home.
Long has this expected arrival been awaited;
arrangements have been in accordance with plans
premade for preparations upon this date.
Man dares not tickle the fickle temper of these
sisters of fate. Complaints remain an undertone, and
resentment answers not to “Pardon” on and on again.
In their ever-glow elegance, brilliant
refractions sway off their decadent dress.
Jellyfish patience is slow, a romantic cadence.
Contracting movements make the sway
feel like a swarm in the warmth of the elicit impress.
BEYOND DISTINCTIONS
a cycle
of
evolved
interpretatIons
of
disparate
traditions
elucidate
symmetric
illustrations
reality
schooled
as
allegory
corresponds
to
inward
feelings
flowering
rendering
as
a
diagnosis
both
credible
&
consoling
yet
inert
&
ignored
outworn
refractions
Lucid refractions prance in this day's gloaming
Window panes sway in play to each heave and hoe
Stirred by haunting echoes of distant loons wailing
My gaze awakens in sheets that float her still to and fro
Shimmering, the surface murmurs...Take the Plunge
A primal beckoning that whispers to us each by name
Push the door, step up to the edge...Take the Lunge
Into freshwater so translucent, it hides no shame
simply observing waves
arising and subsiding
we feel God’s presence
within each pulse hiding
lower mind is rested
so no meanings are assigned
to play of life in motion
by soul’s eye divined
as the vital force
benign bliss magnetism
we witness all refractions
in body-mind prism
thus as both this and that
in time our heart is thawed
our soul lotus blossoms
upon giving love our nod
Tell me the clouds aren't hung on fishwire
That it's chance should trees reach such like a spire
That even with elements scrambled so dire
This Earth can recover and shan't ever tire
At least not in our ages of apes
From a crown of thorns
To a wound that gapes
We keep finding depths
Far deeper down
In our minds and
Our actions
Refractions
We'll drown
She spoke of both Rephaim and Nakim
she spoke of them with
a fair fondness
KaI(so4)2,,12H2O
potassium alum
to make crystals and seeds
of red jasper rough
personal and confidental
refractions of beauty
they sourced
all of Ceres to
find this
might all of
Rupes and Tholi
Speak Dante as
Perfection
Haulani of Sulci
Me Es Muy Bonita
Te story comes from
Ceres Lover of all things Beautiful
the tale speak that Ceres took
berries and rubbed them
against stones
and soaked the stone in water
and drank to become drunk
there the Goddess Bossanova used his
cup to extract and become pregnant
with Ceres child. She told her
mortal husband he was the father. And Ceres found them
and made them
trolls who lived in the forest of Dante. He renamed his son
Rupes.
Written by
El Suta of Haulshuff
in 1821 inn Godbout
The beauty of this African woman, is depicted by a wave of light.
It enables her voice to resonate louder as the harmony and texture unite.
Beauty is linked to moral awareness there is no beauty for beauty's sake.
Creative expressionism is popular with an emphasis on luminosity to opaque.
Complexity of composition, clarity of form and detail, subject's self composure.
Balance, symmetry, smooth finish textures, both visual and physical exposure
Aiming for compositions that focus the eye and keep the viewers' attention
Most masterful light refractions, and lack of various colors require a mention.
Rainbow Heartbeat
Pour me a rainbow
let it float on the sea
As it flows from your heart
and become a part of me
Yellow to brighten
any cloudy day
As upon the waves
it effortlessly plays
Red born of desire
undulating motion
Salty on my tongue
a passionate potion
Yes, pour me a rainbow
let it float on the sea
As it flows from your heart
and becomes part of me
Blue as bright as the sky
a twin on the water
Twinkling refractions
Poseidon’s daughter
Green like in a garden
ripples tickle my feet
Liquid luxurious
a horizon to greet
Orange to tantalise
on waters once pale
Jack O'Lantern splendour
intertwining with whales
Let me savour your rainbow
as it floats on the sea
Flowing from your heart
becoming part of me
Indigo intuition
free flowing crystal clear
Your gift upon the sea
that draws me near
Violet imagination
A vision complete
Oceans of possibilities
Your rainbow heartbeat.
Image from Pinterest.
“Dreams Coercing Memory”
You want cherries jubilee
with a little Krug champagne
but soft custard is just the same
when reality plays its game
by the spoonful
morphine comes
to save the day
the light changes
subtle refractions
of dreams coercing
memory
long elegant fingers
poised painted apricots
those false '70s fingernails
tremendous talons
for Tchaikovsky takeoff
gracefully shimmering
glamorously sparkling
eyes smiling, clicking keys
without fear, the notes become
a romantic Chopin mystery
pianola peddles
next to her laughs
and says with glee,
a good exercise
back then, we didn't
have the time, says
the matriarch smiling
just like a mother
come to collect
on the other side
her sister, hand on shoulders
sits next to her
a Nightingale Linnet
the number
at pianola
3
one number
most
profound
one number
devine aligned,
most hard to forget
or push aside
kept close
in Love and loved
for all eternity
this one
as 3
should never hide
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
LM/HMM/LJM
17.9.23
mlb, klb, llb
I've watched a million sunsets
Or so it seems to me
Yet every one was different
All beautiful to see
I saw the green flash one time
So it exists, it does
I've witnessed all the colors
And wondered what it was
That made me get so pensive
To have a moment there
When in the fading twilight
All inside was bare
And then I met a person
Who loves the sunset too
I find her fascinating
My soulmate through and through
No matter where I end up
No matter where I am
I'll see her in the sunset
My bluebird, she's my gem
Angilar Shadows
Beams of light peeking through reflections
Cheerfully dancing over the walls and floors
Dipping to and fro in solar refractions
Every light building a tapestry if wonder
Fairylike flits of gold and silver
Gathering at certain points and then dispersing
Hiding in corners and cracks and then reappearing
Idly forming circles of synchronistic power
Just as it begins to rain and the dance ceases
Kindly replaced by shadows of raindrops instead
Like a dreary grey curtain with sound effects
Mastering the sound of light hoofbeats on the roof
Never-ending payyering on the wimdows
Out comes the sun again and the joy returns
Prisms pf multi-colored made me smile
Quitely returmimh in their silemt dance
Reeling in patterns of kaleidoscope
Shimmering images in bright welcome
The changing colors made me smile
Undeniably I will be sad when the sun goes down
Violets, golds, silvers, greens and yellows
Will be departing and resting for the night
Xtras will be arriving when the moonbeams shine
Yellow sends silver amd the commence the dance
Zigzagging across the walls again
Pilfered promises
Needless to my somethings
Landslide refractions
Where angels think twice to tread
And fools rush to their finish
Winter’s Fantasies
Winter walks the mountain hills at nightfall
Breathlessly awaiting evening’s first flakes of snow,
An alpine carnival that rowdy clouds threatened to toss upon their faces;
When, at last, the brumaled storm releases a snowy masquerade
Sweet serenity fills dusky eyes with wistful fantasies of twirling snowflakes,
Visions of barren aspen arms embracing shivering jewels of glittering glitz,
A carnival of crystalline jubilee in wind whipped flakes.
Winter smiles as the evening sky slowly turns her dark side inside out
From black to white to turquoise and to blue
The moon slow pulls herself above these mountain hills in festival
To ride a winter sky watching over midnight’s silver shimmering earth
Alive with twinkling moonbeam stars, bright refractions of sisters in the sky,
When the mountains glimmer cold as midnight – blue as stars –
Wearing new ermine alpine furs -cloaks of argent sparkle.
1-12-22
Contest: Winter Wonders within Nature
Sponsor: M.L. Kiser
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