Chaos
unruly, shifting
spinning, scattering, unraveling
whirlwind, motion, stillness, symmetry
aligning, settling, forming
steady, intentional
Order
motto
of
acceptance
fascinate
&
depict
attendant
intimations
emphasing
isolated
motifs
floating
metamorphic
metaphors
spreading
&
proclaiming
profuse
connections
Country bumpkin heading to school.
Passing through a town's neatly gardened symmetry.
Glimpse how other half lives.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Whenever I visit my aunt
She asks if the frames are aslant
Every wall I inspect
And in jest interject
Precise - bar The Storm by Rembrandt!
simple
tones
& tints
the
inaudible
lingers
meaning
unfolds
in
economy
the
unique
resonates
the
normative
fresh
in transparency
word-sounds
flow
patterns
repeat
regularly
inherently
remembered
with
pleasing
effects
I belong in rings
circles of my whispering
each chant at tangent—
across the diagonals
charting my awakening
I use rhythm to draw
compass lines on virgin ground
breathing a mantra
to recite faithful sketches
that arc over the dome shroud
triangles of doubt
erupt within the echo
edges turned inward
yet this sharpness finds its place
when confined in the circle
what would shapes become
without their opposing sides
a square needs four sides
a soup bubble shape trembles—
balance born in symmetry
in the polygon
of opinions gathered there
angles speak at once
each playing a vital part
swayed by the container's form
within the circle
infinite as mandala
voices radiate
from faith as a central star
blazing signals of pure light
If wisdom was a picture, how beautiful she’d be.
Words melting into hues, in perfect harmony.
Truth revealed for all to see in reflective symmetry.
Like rhythmic waves flowing in an open sea.
heedless sky above
clean crystal mirror below~
vagrant clouds float through
Disorder in symmetry, crack in the line
Distorted perspective, cubistic design
Sculptures in celluloid wrappings stand by
Amorphous stains on your hands - wonder why ?
Clean them away with the acetone drips
Mix a new color, paint some bright strips
Autumnal wind blew those images down
He is the author, and I'm just a clown.
Paint A Picture Image #1)
Back and Forth, back, forth
Like my memories of yesterday
Like my worries for tomorrow
Where Mothers sit and Soothe
Old bones now sit; Symmetry
A sunburst of clouds,
perfect in contradiction;
Soulful symmetry.
Oh what do I see?
Symmetry on my tree
Ornaments get the best of me
Do you think this is OCD?
willows in symmetry
ripples in crowfoot
swan goes with the flow
kaleidoscope
flickers through the night
perfect symmetry
Some of those closest to me
are concerned my poetry
does not rhyme
every time.
I do not complain,
but try to explain
that total symmetry
is not important to me.
The meaning of a verse
is, for better or worse,
the point of a piece.
Rhymes are just grease.
Mental lubrication to let words slide by,
while I try
to impart a certain feeling,
repulsive or appealing.
This frees myself and my reader from the
tight restraint of what seems sing-song.
But maybe just this once,
I will kind of go along.
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