What did I take away
from summer camp?
Not COVID
this year,
nor the clap
of one hand ringing.
But, instead
a more resilient health
of authentic sacred wealth
TransFormative dance
singing integrity's great
synergetic
bromance.
Polyphonic men
mind and body embracing
polypathic gods
re-imaging polytheistic goddesses
engaging all us in-between
communal transubstantiations.
My own spirited mind
and strong natured body
transition
has not been solely limited by Others'
lack of win/win imagination
But also,
perhaps primarily
and primally,
by my own
win straight mind
lose ***** body
trauma story,
His-poled v Her-holed history
Mind blaming
and body shaming
Left hemisphere's lack
of co-passioned pleasuring
Right-now transcendent
peak co-empathic mystery
More resiliently inquiring--
What transformative longing
does bromance take away
from summer's sacred belonging
mind and body camp?
We all celebrate happy endings,
But we seldom get to know the messy transformations
The messy middles
where the roads are windy and no end is in sight,
Yet we must continue...
Where life seems like quick sand
yet every moment is ages long
Where we want to find ourselves
Yet we find ourselves running away from self
Where we are bruised
Where hope and hopelessness stand diluted
Where love, trust and faith are continuously
threatened by betrayal, fear and loss
Where the eyes are wet
But we struggle to find what the wetness is about
Is it because how far we have progressed or coz we don't know how much more there is to go
Where the inner noise continuously shadows the silence of the wilderness
The messy middles that we must pass through coz
we are already far out of light in search of a newer light, where we are marching through dark
carefully observing and hopefully embracing
TRANSFORMATIONS
perceived
daydreams
a flas
of
the conscious
conceived
a sudden
salience
sufaces
causuality
creates
i. a
state
of emergence
a poesis
realised
in a
vision
of the
infinite
dissolving
dissipating
diffusing
a flurry
of simple
speech
a frothy
excitement
of concrete
things
epithets
decorative
thrills
so
bright
yet
flash
senility
TRANSFORMATIONS
a
novel
rarity
prompts
&
transforms
a
mood
feelings
providing joy
in the
moment
of
a backdrop
of
the simple
&the dull
a structured
allusion
in
a fine line
between
interaction
&
dignity
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Our demand is to accept the novelty,
we must recognize
All things in this world
has expiration date...
We must disuse matter
already worn..
let's live with this guideline,
this wisdom...
a circle of talk
awaiting
remembered
secrets
of yesteryear
alive
with surprise
perfected
in
instinctive
formal pictures
windows of blame
flood
with trouble
&
mirror
disgust
in pitfalls
to
nowhwere
evidence cripples
wrangles
cultivates
lying
freezing
applause
in all happenings
of the
heart
as
mouths speak
&
breathe thoughts
aloud
sight&touch
plot
to translate
the solitary
into
a delicate
air
of grace
a focus
on the truth
quickens-
style
flowers
and
covers forever
the shame
of the
journey
an intricate
answer
an object
lecture
a daily
reply
shaped
to the needs
spoken&
thought
a miracle
encounter
inside
a voice
a cry
a look in the eye
a perfected
gift
an omen
not
to deny
a duty to learn
a saying
to know
kingdom
a place
to
go
Grass blades leaking green
Leaves succumb to conversion
Song bird is silenced
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Inspired by Brian Strands "IMAGES OF FALL " contest!
Here I stand with decisions before me
Poisonous thoughts infiltrate my mind
Mystic euphoria from a non-existent utopia
Stimulates my senses and taunts my soul
Intervals becoming utter abominations
Inhabitants becoming exasperations to my life
Meditating on thoughts that seize my mind
A treacherous sight arises in horror
An almost spiritual phantasmagoria
Clenching my fists as these portraits unfold
Whimsical feelings once felt in the past
A line to be crossed, limits to be pushed
Indulge in the feeling of something new
Awaken the soul of my being departed
Brush off the chains, rusted and defeated
Embrace the change transpiring within
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