on hyaloid shade phylum
of zaffre azure
swish
soulful scrutinize
apodictic vinculum
magniloquent
wandering of wispy whooshes
wrapping wisps of weird warbles
shrivel olive trees
overflow no omen
drenched in sweat
summoned by chimera
once called passion
title assertion?
baud pace of rimless dreams
blurred bark
bare branches
fruitless leaves
unfetter'd
sky loose
mythic gem idol
purine as Myrsine
space rock fit
moon zappily
uncanny
azure drilled of ritzy rag doll
mesh shimmer blaze shackle
include
dare
desire
gaudy Sirius in darkened spell
mottled splendor
to cognize my path
as xanthic whispers
afresh
Written: August 06, 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Categories:
rimless, analogy, bereavement, universe,
Form: Other
I have come to be real-in-my-eyes,
eyes that only half see,
yet only the half blind may see themselves.
The fine hairs of apperception,
those metaphorical hat brims pulled low
over smiling eyes
hide nothing from deeper insights.
In the moment of looking
I see only that looking,
yet that view is broad, rimless
encompasses all
the mind can develop of reality.
Perception in its narrow lens,
its fractional calibrated cogs
within cogs
fades like a ghost on a white board
that wide-eyes rub out with a blink.
Nothing gets trapped
in a past way of seeing.
Only a clear looking-glass remains,
and it but waits for a wholeness
to shatter its frame.
Categories:
rimless, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I'm not my hair, neither am i my skin.
Although the light of my shade throws different shadows on the wall but no, Hey! I'm not what the mirror says I'm even rimless glass.
I lost my colour long long time ago, when the beast of our nation bruised the sun on this rubble and i was tied to my fate.
I fought the high hands that patted our faces with one colour and disintegrated the others.
I made smiles to touch the tears of children that lived in the skin and i was tied to my fate. I was tied to the filament of life.
Oh! I went through my serrated fears to sing for my people with painful colour but i sang.
I sang songs of freedom, songs of the mangrove and my people danced around, shouting across the walls and celebrating their colour.
Today the ebony of my skin tone is proudly celebrated and the freedom is me.
Categories:
rimless, black love, nostalgia,
Form: Didactic
WHEN LETTERS DANCE ON THE PAGE
“Disappear,” I said.
They denied.
Didn’t the Casanova at the theatre
Return my ravishing smile last night?
The burgundy magic on greys!
Ironed with botoxed shots
The dry asparagus turns glossy;
Ready for the salad?
Midriffs declining, disappearing -
Decelerating; the passion of aping
A teenager for a climacteric but works.
The dried raisins, falling leaves
And the faded chrysanthemums-
Augmented, tucked in, liposuctioned.
The one who was being stared at,
Loses it all ; the pretence withers,
The efforts in vain.
I loved them the most
But they now scare me-
The letters diffusing, hyperopic.
Behind the lens, the zombies
Make me close my eyes- the mirror
Was never so unfriendly.
Progressive, focal, horn-rimmed,
Rimless – nothing works. They just
Simply refuse to go.
At the restaurant, travelator, bus
My glory shrouds as I struggle to
Settle the glass diptych on my nose.
“Disappear,” I say to them.
They deny.
Categories:
rimless, allegory,
Form: Blank verse
Broremann’s war
Spring, 1945, German troops in his town were walking about not
carrying arms, they spoke to the locals in a friendly manner.
Looking back it was peace before the peace. Near Broremann's home
there was a tall house occupied by old non- commissioned officers,
middle-aged men in their thirties with children, gave the kids
chocolate and sweets (after the war the building was taken over by
Mormons).
British troops arrived, put a canteen in a disused fish factory,
the German troops had surrendered. Broremann got white bread
with spam from the British. The Germans left by train; many
of the town´s people came to wave goodbye, there was no
dislike against the common soldiers, wrath was directed at the
local Gestapo who had betrayed their country by being crueler
than the enemy and by sporting rimless Himmler glasses.
Years later Broremann met a docker in Hamburg who had spent
five war years in his town. They drank together and declared
it had been a peaceful war.
Categories:
rimless, fear, funny, history, life,
Form: Blank verse
As I remember Grandpa's face
the thing that comes first to my mind
his rimless specs with thick lenses
it was a unique thing of its kind.
The thing that comes first to my mind
his hanging specs at tip of his nose
it was a unique thing of its kind
at its place even with eyes closed.
His hanging specs at tip of his nose
always there throughout the day
at its place even with eyes closed
"precious thing" he used to say.
Always there throughout the day
it was frequently forgotten by him
"precious thing" he used to say
creating chaos with his scream.
It was frequently forgotten by him
his rimless specs with thick lenses
creating chaos with his scream
as I remember Grandpa's face.
© 2011 kashinath karmakar(31st July 2011)
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Placement:3rd; (August 2011)
Contest:Memories of Grandma/Grandpa or both
Sponsor:Carol Brown
Categories:
rimless, funny,
Form: Pantoum
Have not asked much,
still attached to you with subtelities,
I wanted freedom from you,
For removing stings from the flesh.
Anxiety was the darkest color
of floating buds on lake.
Sitting on the edge of panic,
I started counting the waves.
Mixed emotions always subtract a smile.
Just lonely, I went for the swim in rimless agony.
Have not heard much of you in ages.
Still memories crop up for a while,
I wanted nemesis from you.
Talking of blue and white clouds
love has many moods.
Devastated by a burning moon
I was wishing a watery burial.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
rimless, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?
Lotus
rising out of murky waters
illuminated by the rays of sun that fall upon the flower
in glorious pastel tints
I am reminded of the simplicity of beauty
the kind that takes my breath away
and leaves me
with a reverent soul that aspires to transmutation of banal existence
Lotus
at home in pond of still waters
resting upon outer rimless edges of time immemorial
living beauty that shines forevermore
I know that a pure heart is a wise heart
made wiser by looking within one's soul for truth
and then contemplation
the quiet sitting
abiding
watching the breath move in and out
wakefulness
in the midst of the world catastrophe
keeping the eyes open
the ears open
and moving forward in the steady rhythms
that nature allows.
Categories:
rimless, inspirational
Form: Free verse
A view from the cause,
alters the landscape in you
I surrender to the earth,
the roots. Purifying the leaves.
I tell myself, this was not me,
my music. Still my skin
has the tattoos of pandemic deafness.
I am breathing through the lips.
My attachment to death
is a private affair
my voice lies in a lake.
The butterfly in a womb.
the psalms under the rocks.
Is it ending of death
or death of ending?
I go beyond the brink,
drop the stone in water.
When the moon touches
my eyes, like a kiss
I start sharing the menu of night.
The rimless thoughts are hovering
like small birds. I listen
to their flappings.
Can we live without bargaining?
Do you know the price?
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
rimless, daughter, dedication, devotion, education,
Form: ABC
In despair,
beyond-pain, I will watch my dreams
in rimless eyes of wet faces.
The lake had been sending back
the white and black shrouds
everyday.
They were jumping one by one
old and young,
from the twisted planks
holding geraniums.
A warm prayer on the lips,
what was left worth enduring ?
The innocence, the guilt, the shame ?
Clinging to bloody lumps of happiness
who is going to have a last laugh ?
Time is breathing gloom,
body is attached to a pole.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
rimless, life, nature, peace, philosophy,
Form: ABC
Have not asked much,
still attached to you with subtleties,
I wanted freedom from you,
For removing stings from the flesh.
Anxiety was the darkest color
of floating buds on lake.
Sitting on the edge of panic,
I started counting the waves.
Mixed emotions always subtract a smile
Just lonely, I went for the swim in rimless agony.
Have not heard much of you in ages.
Still memories crop up for a while.
I wanted nemesis from you.
Talking of blue and white clouds
love has many moods.
Devastated by a burning moon
I was wishing a watery burial.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
rimless, imagination, life, natural disasters,
Form: ABC