Lost in consciousness,
sublimely aware of the dust motes
that saccade my sight, as they
tenderly frolic amongst the remnant
of sunlight that streams through
my window pane.
Gentle the whispers of the wind
that kiss the glass; how distinct
the cawing of the raven perched
upon the window's edge.
How crisp the turbid air,
with its frosty demeanour,
clasping my hands in an icy grip.
What thick musk
provokes my senses,
creating a palpable taste
upon my palate.
Within such deep consciousness,
I shall allow my whole self
to wager intrepidly
into the sensual storm of creation's
intricacy and intimacy.
That I may recall with reverence
that we were once one.
12.10.2021
Categories:
saccade, appreciation, creation, nature, sensual,
Form: Free verse
Freefall
Bungee cord secure;
My eyes saccade below me,
Screaming as I plunge.
Categories:
saccade, adventure
Form: Senryu