We sat on the porch in the tranquil of the night,
Our hearts strung to each other,
Our hearts buoyed by the beauty of the night,
My inspiration finds a pathway between serenity and silence.
Fireflies traverse the sky,
Their glow lights up the stygian night,
We’re absorbed in the view,
The sickle-shaped moon stands on its podium.
Time has taught us the salient lessons,
Some of which are hidden in the chambers of nature,
We launch into the deep to know and flow in the revealed,
Walking in the meadow of the half-revealed.
She turned to look at me,
Her eyes glowed with the mist of love,
Fireflies in the sky and us in the moment,
Nature streams with wonders and beauty.
February 14, 2025.
Categories:
sickle shaped, love, nature,
Form: Free verse
Close up you can see the colossal amounts of energy
it took to grow this plant from a seed
An even closer look through the microscope,
inside lies the complete genetic information
Images of texture I can almost feel
Spikes that pop up prickly come alive
I have no limits to magnification
I can see vibrant stars dead center
Elements of sunshine tan and green
Sediments of gill filaments in V-shapes
Arrows in grooves with silver linings
Natures details to resemble filigree
Mucus glowing its sickle-shaped petal lobes
Milky sap growing within, aligning
milk vines and perfect pinwheels
Nature’s own flower arrangements
Under a microscope
Categories:
sickle shaped, analogy, science,
Form: Free verse
erect climbing n trailing
serrated edges of budding
love /deciduous wind
pollinates /epidermal out growths
sickle shaped hooks of torture
vestigial flicker of delight
browsing at the end of a meadow
Categories:
sickle shaped, allegory,
Form: I do not know?
Climb up the hill where gypsies hide,
And breathe on the wind of a restless tide;
Where notes of sorrow from a violin,
Cry out to the night from a heart within.
The day is dim and night is alive,
And gypsies dance like bees in a hive;
They spin and turn while the fire burns bright,
And sparks fly up to kiss the night.
Old men sit while weaving a tale,
While young men sit drinking their ale;
And fires of night flicker and glow,
While the winds of night moan and blow.
They dance too fast, they dance too far;
They follow the light of a fallen star;
But there in the sky a sickle shaped moon,
Dances with gypsies in the fires of June.
Categories:
sickle shaped, life, dance, night, dance,
Form: Rhyme
Climb up the hill where gypsies hide,
And breathe on the wind of a restless tide;
Where notes of sorrow from a violin,
Cry out to the night from a heart within.
The day is dim and night is alive,
And gypsies dance like bees in a hive;
They spin and turn while the fire burns bright,
And sparks fly up to kiss the night.
Old men sit while weaving a tale,
While young men sit drinking their ale;
And fires of night flicker and glow,
While the winds of night moan and blow.
They dance too fast, they dance too far;
They follow the light of a fallen star;
But there in the sky a sickle shaped moon,
Dances with gypsies in the fires of June.
Categories:
sickle shaped, imaginationdance, night, dance, men,
Form: Imagism