Short Inchoate Poems

I find myself searching for the sea;
Floating;

Mavericks break upon the shore
inside;

Cymbals splatter inchoate foam;
Symbols; 

Teahupoo surf behind lowered eyes,
splash in;

Welcome to boiling over nature,
my head....

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in "Angels & Demons" you wept softly,
shimmered your strings in a supine grace,
reached warmly over the edge with
a tremulous honey vibration
rising in crescendo, dripping into shadow,
then onto a deceptive cadence;
your amber rhythms stirred the inchoate
with a chord seared by sweet lament –...

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        It seems old poems never die,
            remain inchoate, ill-defined.
        No matter how hard we may try,
            they haunt the forests of the mind.

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Third Place Winner
for the Bite Size Poem no.44 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier
written 05/15/2022
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Her wordless lips
Seemed  destined  to say,
Yes, I’m the one.
My moveless eyes
Tried to hide my inchoate question,
Are you the one?

In  a spontaneous  reply 
To an unasked question,
The loveliest face
I had ever seen
Turned to meet my gaze.

Our souls felt the warm 
Spotlight of magnetism
Irresistibly drawing us


27  August  2021...

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Life blooms from a flower
Like a book flipping open
Spilling sunflowers and roses
On memories in deep oceans.

Fires rage and blood red burns
Endless fields and inchoate urns
Unformed babes and solid tears
Time runs deep with timeless gears.

Death sprouts from a seed
Like a fountain sputtering
Spraying ink and deep grey clouds
On love behind the pendulum....

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Slowly my night was aging,
I found no dry path to stride along
Under the grey moon,
All those mortal moments, that I passed by,
Were not encouraging to me,
I desperately looked for a forgiving mind
In that poorly-lit night for my redemption.
I have an inchoate sense, it tells me—‘there is
Debris of hopes strewn out there somewhere.’
I found one, and picked up to illuminate the
Labyrinth of my erroneous life....

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In fluent argot like a profound inchoate
Chthonic patronizing blood paroxysmally folds in curdles
You illuminate none but yourself with a pleasant scapegrace idiocy
Dishevelled and voluble in dark ages of medieval filth

Legerdemain to my vituperate wills and wanders
Anything in purge of the death of proclivity, namely yours
Crepuscular black skies, fugacious and oneiric...you dissolve them

Caviler
Caviler 
Caviler
Abate your breaths...

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Subtle, heart breathes in
Catch a glimpse of heaven's face
Spiritual wanting 

Warming light beckons
Signal the rider, scoop'em up
While Cimmerians bleed

Bless the ones who ride
Angels at their side give speed
God fulfills the need

In that lofty lot
An importunate wish be
Call next upon me

Inchoate sins speak
Ice mars the surface of men
God perfects it then

Raise of the hand comes
The signal, the nod, for me?
Yes son, please, just ride....

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