Short Nascence Poems
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there is no difference
we all have the same nascence
we all live the same
some are known as the youngest
but some can't be the baby
Contained in nascence
In deafening silence
Rainbow of sorrows more conspicuous
Another meaning to contentment
Stories that never end
Tales that never wither
For they are there
Forever and always
Spring
Down where
Jonquils bud
Wild violet
Show their short, stemmed grace
Then disappear
When love's full
Nascence
Springs
Contest: Springtime Ninette Contest
Sponsor: M. L. Kiser
Date written: 02-26-22
Sailing on a boat
Embarks to a new harbor
Prompting to abscond
Departing from foregoing
Commencing a longish trek
3-4-2016
In the nascence of one’s polonaise,
Always an unknown tune invades, unseen, unfelt:
The sonority of a somber night-sonata,
Inside a cold, dark tomb.
Aleatory existence led by revolting wheels,
Propinquity of flesh becomes insuperable;
The horologist can’t cease the ticking.
The tour de force of infinity--
I wonder why it couldn’t be a holding, exoteric.
-Pin Dew (01/05/2017)
Childly
Nature
Usually lost
Lavishly
Into her daydreams
Occupied by extreme unfledged guesses
That turns out with no results, she exclaims…
She is alike the princesses nascence from the garden of eden
Beautiful she is, felo-de-se her appeal – selfsame garrulous, bewrayed ofttimes by her
most heartfelts.
Yet she dances all through the way – lives with eternal sentiments that she copes with her
tears all alone and alone.
Beyond the world lies a journey,
a horizon that acquaints a magical destiny,
a solitude with soulful eternity,
a milieu abiding betrothal vicinity,
where deity is within the eyes
and the faith adobe vivid smile.
Beyond the human lies a viability,
a nascence that exhale a verse amorously,
a spirit with blissful sovereignty,
an admirer beaconing Elysian itinerary,
where deity is seen solely,
to a hermit heart wallowing ethereally.
The lightning danced all through the night
To wrought a festival of fire
That put to torch in blackened blight,
And scorched the forest like a pyre
Now, petroglyphs of nature’s arts
In splotchy ash ‘cross craggy scarp,
Are scarred background to blackened ghosts
Now frozen in escapement’s warp.
The energy of blackened woods
And flora from the forest floor
Has left behind the fertile goods
Of nascence sown, as evermore.