To all that dwell under celestial skies
while looking up from our telluric place,
come thoughts of awe and wonder, as our eyes
breathe in a new dawn, or the twinkling grace
of stars and planets gleaming from deep space.
Huge cloud formations from a westwind flee,
full moons, colored arcs, thund'rous thorns we see.
With one united voice throughout the land,
may we give humble thanks and praise, as we
admire the art of an almighty hand.
[Dizain]
Written 14 Oct 2020
Categories:
telluric, creation, planet, rainbow, sky,
Form: Dizain
Morning brews sunrise colors-
yolk yellow seeping over
edges; light sterling silver
strung; rubbed linens ironed
across the rim. The creatural
world-a lime olive, sea blue
cup- has a view from space:
mottled tints- mud grey, green. Deep.
Sienna red flames bedewed.
Aged worn cotton tinctures-
the crumpled fabrics' wrinkles
are mountains, hills, cliffs ingrained.
Threads netted- the indigenous
lives captive-evolution.
They tat the stretched skies, royal.
From beats the animus- birth;
sprouting; feathery gardens
open to the sun. Roots plow.
Volcanic lands thrust- beryl
hues are the telluric gloss
of... diamonds. Hope. Pearl flushes-
scents of the wash of Summers.
Peach -brown malts- inebriation
of puissance. Grains reaped, ablaze
in Autumn afternoons. Stoked,
ground into mealy givings.
Marl nectare, fertility.
Corollas of heaven- O'Keefe.
Categories:
telluric, allusion, appreciation, art, autumn,
Form: Prose Poetry
I desire you so much that
when one day turn
dust, I will visit your
dust to create
mounds of powder
around...
It will be a love
tellurian ...
telluric
love !
Categories:
telluric, allusion, earth, love, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I am running
out of daylight and in this
forgotten chasm, soon
I will meet my own
fate to become star-blinded
But I do not mind.
My telluric heart
is going to lose its poor
blindspots of stifling
sobriety by
embracing your ravenskinned,
asterisk lighted nightshade.
Categories:
telluric, dark, destiny, heart, love,
Form: Choka
A well of crystal clear water, untainted potentiality
Dug deep in the ground by a house of motionless morality
Refined, dainty dwellers of the house were abounding
But howling winds of doubt on the door came a pounding
The winds brought dark clouds of fear and foreboding
Faith, hope, truthfulness and fidelity have begun eroding
Whence the warlike, wailing winds came there is no telling
But once the whispers began, of them there was no quelling
The master of the house was enticed and by fear persuaded
His judgment faded and the cosmic for the telluric he traded
Promised he was nothing, perhaps mere elemental existence
But with blind persistence he thirsted for his own subsistence
“Drown your past, smother your pride, and stifle your dignity,
The price for your precious prize will be a mark of infamy”
One by one the master sacrificed and slaughtered his brood
Lifeless, they were all thrown in the well after being subdued
The water once crystal clear turned murky, opaque and dim
Existence to the master was granted, but life became grim
He stands by the well, peering into the bottomless, abysmal pit
Forever thinking to undo this unhallowed story he`d writ
Categories:
telluric, grief, spiritual, house, fear,
Form: Narrative
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Crepuscle beamed, descried at the telluric cyan orb
Dusk devoured auric daystar as lambency was absorbed
Sun's verve, twinkle immersed by the lil' murk
Permeate the newfangled burst of wavering lights in the skylark
Stupefied by the wondrous jaw-dropping milieu
Quadrilateral lunar satellite came into being ... it's true
Moonlight in turquoise, then cerulean radiance come forth
Sometimes vermilion, xanthous, amethyst in hue, real ravishing in worth
Nightfall turned into a deluxe, grandiose discotheque
Music of pyrotechnics, symphonized in grotesque
Four-sided night star trip the light fantastic
Made every cyclicity, rhythm, syncopation exotic
What a comely, ecstatic, striking, mind-glued augury
A tour in the out of this world planet, where there's no existing adversary
I am the sculptor, architect and painter of my own exquisite sunset
Twilight's ikon in my mind still in set
Written in words, penned with the mind's eye
Done through the " LIMITLESS " dye.
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Categories:
telluric, art, fantasy, imagination,
Form: Rhyme