. * . * .
in darkest of throes *
lies sparking awareness hence~
* our effervescence *
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show me a zero carbon footprint ~ and i'll point out its shoeless slave
but first we'll need a generator ~ to shed light on his pitch black cave
said an oil tycoon to the cobbler ~ who turns on the lathe for a shave
By
David Kavanagh
the wood was too green
above the flames the sparks danced
the fire gave its warmth
Written: May 17, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: "Abandon this world, so that you may become king of all worlds. Throw away your handful of sugar, so that you may become the sugar field." By Rumi
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I left the light on, but nobody could stay,
Then a spark of optimism that faded away.
You perish akin to wind over an altar of dust,
Left whispers in apparel I ceased to trust.
I sighed farewell with the air I still taste,
A timer in a space designed from waste.
I closed all the doors, but one stayed ajar,
Your quiet came in akin to a declining star.
I avoided mirrors that displayed your face,
And left the gardens we felt were our place.
I view you in screens and sense you in sleep,
A specter that spirits would rather not seep.
I departed without scream or sound,
Left love as a tomb in ignored ground.
Now liberty is bare, a frigid sort of sin,
A house without walls, but pain within.
Sparks will fly between two lonely hearts,
But they might end up torn apart.
No matter how hard both will try,
The sparks between two hearts will die.
But then the cycle will restart.
This will be our story’s first part,
Two lovers decide to depart.
But even though both lovers cry,
Sparks will fly.
The two lovers get past this subpart,
And decide to seek a fresh start.
She ties the knot with the perfect guy,
And he marries the apple of his eye.
Even in the midst of a broken heart,
Sparks will fly.
"As if you were on fire from within.
The moon lives in the lining of your skin." ~ Pablo Neruda
When the sky unfurls your silhouette,
like moonlight glazed in sequined haze,
I breathe the ache, cradle the air~
on tiptoes beneath quivering stars,
to taste poetry within your warmth,
free-flowing on the sighs of silence,
where silken veins mirror tender dreams
of soulmates engrossed in rainbow mists.
But am I to remain a veiled verse,
an irrelevant flame ~ a blemished rhyme,
as songs within your heart fall out of sync,
amidst paper promises, still forged in love,
beneath the wings of gossamer sparks,
raining tears of memories...
Heavy night settles-
ochre sparks evanesce
mute as sinking ash.
The glow in my life can’t dim,
It kindles as starlight,
Revealed as sparks of a dark night,
But consumed by great heights.
Still shines when the twilight deepens,
When the sun no more shows,
And carpets of darkness are laid,
The moonlight just then glows.
At dawn, the new day births the sun,
Its brightness in the sky~
A light that clears the darkest night,
And spreads its wings up high.
Each glow is followed by more shines,
That sparkle the same way,
As nights are replaced by new days,
Afterglow brings each day.
When iridescent light collided with dark matter you were conceived. (Again)
In places of decadence beyond my perception, we interweave.(Event)
Saturated with strands of fiber from the great traits handed on
from the souls that speak without words aloud, but are glean, nundating and heard.
The transition we vaguely recall in our dreams as bairn sprits.
That reminds that we are small, that we travel forever in time.
Heading towards wisdom gained and amassed in collection, ( destination)
we stay a course towards becoming more than we can dream.
As we try to recall each time it occurred, it fades away like seasons.
Yet, I feel the grains filling the trug of my heart and mind.
Once the star is born, fusion becomes life, becomes red, becomes white, then becomes darkness.
The circle continues and begins again with a conscience remembering of all that is gained, all that is lost, and all that we'll become. (Sparks)
Sparks dwindled too soon,
Leaving behind dark ashes,
And silence that burns.
Our ignorance of love keeps us in despair
Distorted visions deny the reality of sin
If we could see how God sees us
Our actions would speak louder than words
We should be living and working in absolute truth
Do not ever deny the captivated relationship in good counsel
Or what has empowered the heart to speak in this anchored presence
Our fragmented lives are knit together by yielding and admitting we have strayed from the path
On a vacation trip to the Susunia hills
Green paddy fields smiling outside
Trees happy in the robes of silk
Sun in the game of seek and hide
Quite a long pine standing in front
Light green looks like in your eyes
Great banyan tree from a deep bough
looking at me, in wonder-struck eyes
Before our eyes the hills slowly move out
narrating the stories of dense green curves
In the sky graze the white lambs and cows
In the branches, galore of whistling birds
Fleeting sparks, from our petals and thorns
Ephemeral light in the wings of herons
The spark in your eyes,
It draws my being in,
Left me mesmerized,
By the depth within.
The spark in your eyes,
They make your eyes glow,
They make your irises look nice,
But perhaps you’ll never know.
The spark in your eyes,
Are like a single candle’s flame.
The fire dances in that paradise,
Amidst the world’s pouring rain.
The sparks in your eyes,
I look at it with glee,
But then I realized,
The sparks were never me.
A blazing orange sun emits sparks
setting against a blue-sky backdrop
A surge of electricity in the soul
as Pavarotti crosses the stage
The crowd rises to its feet as one for the final time
as the great Babe Ruth hits number 714
I take your hand in mine...
I
by chance of chance in spark I love her soul;
Lights in her essence her presence embrace
Voluptuous sweet vessel her so, whole;
Curvaceous molded induced bitter taste
gathered ladle in golden crystal bowl;
It is so as sown now as it be of core;-
Embrace whereso'er I dismay,
Be humble so pray,
The things which I've done I not do no more.
II
Hope that isn't denied by my faith
Deiminase by those the things that can't wait
The Moon doth with insight
Look round her when the heavens are care;
Waters on a starry wrongs to right
Proper and majestic so share;
Brilliants sees O so the lights so burst;
But yet blinded, where'er I chose,
Darkness encapsulates a glory from my birth.
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Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
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