Short Feldspar Poems

Celestial Lullaby

Ponder~glimmering crystals...
  Ride a gossamer cloud....
    Sip a twinkling feldspar sky...
       Hearken to God's lullaby...
           Rest your head on His hand....
               Sleep in harmonic serenity...

Panagiota Romios
4/29/2019
3:30pm PST

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And I am waiting for the ghost of that opaque veil,
called transformation.
one day it will soften into that rock
of dinosaur thoughts,
like mineral olivine as it marches
from feldspar to the finality of quartz,
melting that ancient pattern weary consciousness into the butterfly awakening 
of a multidimensional man,
who can only soar
like the eagle....

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Granite; dark with quartz
and royal with feldspar
           polished with stars and ghosts

its brother Marble
           cool with drops of scented water
           proud for veiled eyes

Chalk; full of dead white fish
          rings of old life

Slate for a roof under Northern rain

Jade for a burned queen
          hot and stripped of arms

A cycle of rock, an old crag
shouting through the mist....

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Juxtaposed with emerald green shamrock
and flowers of yellow and cinnabar.
In my garden sits a red granite rock,
set with flecks of quartz, mica, and feldspar.

Butterflies are attracted to its salts,
and once, I spied an indigo-blue one.
A masterpiece, Mother Nature exalts;
this living sapphire shimmered in the sun.

Adorn with gold filigree fit for kings,
it stood poised on that rock, flexing its wings....

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The professor carries me into his science lab and washes me off in the sink.
Dang! This water is cold!
“Granite, feldspar, a bit of hematite,” He says on Monday, explaining me to a class.
He does this over and over with many classes during the week.
I scream “He used me to kill his wife!” but no one in college speaks rock.
“You are an evil professor!” I yell at him.
No one hears me.
So I keep his secret in silence.
Angry as hell at him....

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Washed the roundish rock off in the pond.
Metallic sizzle smell came from her center.
Reminding me of a sauna’s fragrance.

Mica and feldspar glinted under the water.
I lift her out and sense a metallic scent.
Instantly visualizing iron on a rainy day.

Memories flood my brain
Other rocks collected and cherished
Thrown out by a prissy mother

Another treasure! I dunk her into the gentle water.
Next to miniscule minnows
She comes out smelling like rain....

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