sapiently looping atrabilious episodic uncoated tyramine
atrial dasyure credulously lending stalwart translocation
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 17–23, 2026)
Doubt wraps me in a fabric
of uncoated leaves
on this near treacherous eve
as my pillow rests beneath cloudbursts:
I feel distanced from the elements of earth
while stars blink dimly
these hands cannot reach..
Will forbearance come for me ;
be the thread binding me until
wind- washed air cuddles
my arms through mist
of an incandescent dew ,
If only to savor that resurrected light
in glum hours-- cycle after cycle--
and await dawn's birthing
from night's roaring, thunderous tremor:
I listen fiercely then calmly to tweets
arising through trees' sway; a glance, a gaze
tracing pulses of another cycle's turn:
It is near July, my soul feeling somewhat
ecstatic about summer's arrival-- its flavor
squeezing the juice of wild abandon;
as morning shimmers
against my feeble breath, allowing
this godly intervention of renewal
oh so miraculous...my sense of doubt
waning waning on wraps of thin air.
Sorcery
When he entered and put on his hat
Lights were twinkling like stars
Audiences sincerely abide his spell
And she whispered;
'Can I ask you the whole Universe'?
He uncoated his longevous sorcery with glitters of love;
'Don't you think now we two make whole Universe'?
Autumn, wrap me in the fabric of uncoated leaves
just for this unequaled waning eve
as orchids rest beneath viscous cloudbursts:
I feel distanced from the elements of earth
while stars blink dimly my hands cannot reach,
then come for me be the thread binding me till
your layered air cuddles my arms in moss of dew,
if only to taste this vanishing light in your hour
and gaze longingly at the rainfall of your skies;
when all this patina of boughs' mystique aligns
with the final throb of chrome- like days:
O let morning withdraw against your faded lacquer
to allow a longer glimpse beyond your still radiant nights.
Written 7/1/2018 Patina Contest Judged 7/3/2018
For Broken Wings' A Poem Na'd In A July Contest
Submitted 7/26/2018
A lamp concealed with a vessel
Placed on a lampstand
So that those who enter may see with the light
For there is nothing hidden will not become visible
Nothing secret will not be known
They will all come to light
One wo has will be given
The one who has not even what he has to have will be taken away
Justice as a vessel stands outside
So that people may see
Unknown secrets will be known
In justice it will stand
One who give others
Will be coated with blessing
The one who does not give will be uncoated with blessing
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