The leaves dancing on the trees. The crinkling steps, the gusts, the natural silence. The unimposing mountains. Laze. Existence that validates itself. Ephemeral, cyclical, beautiful. An old distant friend that you may never truly know.
I love you because what else would I do
DREAMING
the edge
of dream
&ecstasy
so
genteel
finally settled
an exquisite
& intimate
subtle nuance
of bright
minimal
space
so small
& unimposing
acclimatising
the setting
so
ethereal
& exotic
in a void
passing beauty
an
ephemerality
of happiness
the
mystery
of being
develops
composed
sudden shafts
sun
then
moonlight
in
rhapsodic
pictures
pass at speed
sense of being
free &
out of place
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.
Copyright © Brian Strand
vivifying fragrance of a flower
all embracing
yet unimposing
enlivening gentle rain shower
each hue of the ebbing sunset
beauteous
rapturous
in wholeness cognition detects
likewise each chakra complete
in alignment
quiet contentment
entwined with bliss mist replete
omnipresence has no periphery
self aware
centred everywhere
eternal timelessness continuity
25-September-2020
Gentle are this afternoon's random rains,
that water the garden's blooming flowers.
Still one hummingbird ignores the showers.
Life travels through its delicate veins.
Suspended motionless feeds on planted nectar,
harmless, unimposing, all thrust no vector.
My tearing eyes lit glowingly,
in awe I observe attentively
this miniature bird moving quietly.
While silk wings flutter invisibly,
his straw draws food continually.
A brushed mystical blue
with stroked green sure
presents a marveled view
of God's fairy creature.
Flitting to and
fro above land.
Diminutive and grand
this alluring,
this flying
miracle!
18~10~2014
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Contest Name: The "I Do Not Know" Poetry Form Contest
Wandering Thought
To pull the curtains
To shut off the lights
To sit in silence
How free goes one's pondering
When the day's synaptic noise settles
When fewer distractions make possible
Thought's meandering among unimposing congestion
Invites our new century's yin
As it seeks its compatible yang
We sense prerogative
Where just hours before
It's confinement
Bore suffering within
Shackles cinched tight
Dominance wishing us to believe
But to believe
Advises our nomadic thought
Is to conclude
Others' thinking brings forth knowing
We sit ever so quietly
The darkness resonating with hidden light
The light appearing soundless
Its palette of infinite color
Poised to bequeath the quintessential bliss
All that is
All as one
All the wandering thought
Undisturbed with unknowing
Embracing questions forever
Unanswerable
Dawn comes
The curtains are opened
Once again
Gathering begins
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