the unenacted mental dialogue
of just surveying the scene
we can
trace
the
lines
of where nowhere goes
uninterrupted
but for the private tangents
in my head -
I may share the cheap wine
ask to be guided
in how to use the tools
or just inhale what I see
taking the raised temperature of the room
away with me to ponder
I'm so glad I paid you for your time
as I didn't want to get my hands dirty
but I do like witnessing
the tricks of the trade.
Inspired by The Floor Planers painted by Gustave Caillebotte
Come and get me
The skylines serenade from her lips.
Suspended in anticipation.
Her innocence mesmerizes with
A murmuration of spells, casting
Love particles.
Blossom before my eyes.
Then unveils a pause, sending my
heart racing, into the core of it all.
The object of my contemplation,
While spoken words see the unseen.
Things we keep, my moon and your sun
light, now speechless.
My dearest lover, air kisses,
Our hidden contrasts are in this gravity
Fields slow down time in this serious game.
Second to none, as these impulses summon,
A playful vibe of your charm, between
Uninterrupted curiosity, now that the dye has
been cast. In this kairotic moment,
so open up and flow with me on this episodic.
No need for narcotics, nor to be an alcoholic.
We will stay on topic without being hypnotic.
Sharing all our symbiotic, after expressing her
Exotic nature.
If you want me?
Come and get me!
REALM OF MEMORY
eagerly
resuming
with
nebulous
uninterrupted
inactivity
scarcely
beyond
belief
perspectives
retrieve
newly
discovered
interesting
idylls
of
vanished
rhetoric
now
subdued
tranquil
refuges
up
close
invade
the
quietude
How is it that, come winter come spring,
in the wind and the sorrow, in the light and the dark,
when time passes and all sighs expire,
as the sun rises over all living things,
and the rivers flow into the bed of night,
while the stars splash light around the sky,
and the moon sighs over the sounding dusk,
still in every confluence of music and light,
in each footfall on the recumbent twilight,
the song of you, the song of you
unending, uninterrupted, unquenchable,
fills my heart with such precious memory
of everything and anything at all
that was ever you, that ever moved
through my life and filled my eyes:
always and forever, dear girl,
the miracle and mystery of you,
the song of love
the song of you.
Christopher M. Swan 2010
Snow falling uninterrupted, unhindered in the silent, dark night,
Shimmering snow pellets floating down like thin silvery clouds,
Some adorn the unruffled evergreens - glimmering gems on a tiara,
Some reach the hard ground and melt like our unfulfilled emotions do,
Sky with no blinking stars, somber in reverie like a meditating saint.
I close my eyes, my mind filled with reflections of the past,
Delightful, exultant, tranquil ….
Dismal, dejected, gloomy,
All crowd crystallized in my memories,
My childhood, adolescence, youth, all unfold in my mind in a moment of tranquility,
Gone through many rare experiences which have made my life richer,
As I behold at the absolute darkness of the night,
And experience the sacred feelings of watching snow fall,
My solitary heart prays, devotes, dedicates, bows, glows,
My mind gets purified with an intense desire to be out in the universe,
And feel the inspiring oneness under a mysterious canopy.
Dark night
Silent night..
With the absence of all sounds, and all sights,
I connect to my god.
Time chased after me like a raging storm, uninterrupted not even by sleep.
It was there, I was caged as spoils of war unseen by men
In a world, I commanded. Unaware of how easy it could have been to escape
I returned each night. Guided only by instinct. Friend or Foe
Scripted or impromptu
You appeared to me, at your own choosing.
Love transcends worlds. Powerful / Pure.
A wall of leaves, the sea of trees -
A verdant blanket on the hills
That stretches out endlessly -
Uninterrupted for miles.
My body wearies from travel;
I'm of a strange territory.
I know something of you all
But you don't recognize me.
Now I'm arrived for what I seek
And could not expect afar.
Won't you be as kith - oh, trees -
And provide me some shelter?
Your swarm is a soft embrace;
Your stance - admirable;
So many gathered in one place
That're loved and beautiful.
In the silence of the night, when shadows weave their tapestry of lost dreams,
Abyssal mirrors gaze at us from the depths with silent eyes,
Souls dance on spider threads woven from time,
Bearing the heavy burden of the world, in webs of paradoxes, unstretched.
Beneath our steps, the ground trembles, a sea of hidden darkness,
An infernal abyss silently lurks beneath the fragile veil of existence,
We lose ourselves in the labyrinth of thoughts, where light and shadow embrace,
In a waltz of fate, where silence sings unheard melodies.
Each breath becomes an echo of eternity trapped in moments,
We gaze at the horizon and see how the sky breaks into thousands of paradoxes,
In the depths of the soul, we bear the burden of an endless universe,
Where magic and melancholy dance their eternal, uninterrupted waltz.
Through the mist of dreams, we find ourselves in the abyss that engulfs us with longing,
And understand that we are but fleeting shadows on the stage of infinity,
Through the cosmic silence, we feel how time melts into eternity,
And we, travelers through the night, lose and find ourselves in forgotten light.
I’ve crucified the hands of the final clock, in silence,
Time, suspended, hangs life in eternal pain,
Circling the universe, searching for your flower of color,
Lost among the stars, in planetary systems, like a calling.
I swear by what I feel, on earth I have found myself,
Beyond the belt, majestic, enduring, like an unfulfilled dream,
Through the dust of stamens, compact and virile, uninterrupted,
Our love grows, an immeasurable pistil, a silent thought.
Seeds chosen from impure stars have sprouted in us,
Budding in your dreams and mine, like a string of rains,
Morning wakes us from eternal vice, slaves to love,
Yawning, we drag ourselves to work, burdened by nature's memories.
On the way, you gift me, gratefully, a deceived smile,
Thinking of the confabulating night, an unlimited, tempted dream,
From every moment of memory, a few obscene whispers,
Nature reciting to lost gazes, lightning, eternal rains.
Storms outlined with the thrills of ancestral sins,
Finding delight only in me, an astral season,
Immeasurable delight, a dance of shadows and light,
In me, the place where sins and dreams intertwine in peace.
Under our skies, stars that often share a common moon,
My poetry reveals its mystery with a shocking flair from the moon.
I told those who still don't know, with my eternal and hideous luck,
That on this blooming Earth, I am a worthy hero but superfluous.
To friends baptized in wine, like a jaded, local, and ethylic Saint Sisyphus,
I carried their joys in a goblet, while my gaze idly wandered.
Not even in their drunkenness did I find the disappointment I sought,
Among people who eternally carry their boulder, confusing it with their own shrine.
When we occupy any grave, as if we were just a thought,
Numbing the times with the pleasure of death, the only wealth on this earth,
The shadow of my loneliness, pitiful and undeniable, uninterrupted,
Perfect tears, that lazily lie in my eye lids, round, uninterrupted.
Even from the sleep of dreams, looking at them inversely, longing takes shape,
Forming from my soul a new outcast, not too far from the moment.
A zoological park of frozen motion, where everything is petrified,
Animals more alive than people, yet stuffed, in an endless time.
In realms of dreams, where magic is born in the late evening hour,
A hidden paradise in whispers and in the descending moonlight's power.
Beautiful settings, love like an old perfume, beyond description,
Amber eyes burning with vows in the fire of a dream's depiction.
On this earth, seductive and full of love, we lose our senses completely,
Shadows of the past dance with longing, reminding us of love sweetly.
The summer night binds us in sweet kisses and uninterrupted whispers,
How many memories hide in words, how many unseen longings it whispers.
We lose ourselves in time, carried by the wind singing eternity's song,
The enchanted soul flies like a bird seeking freedom all along.
Sweet smiles on corners of dreams, painted in rainbow hues that last,
The sweet torment remains forever, like an echo of unending longing from the past.
Night of dreams, lost paradise, sweet love that envelops us with ease,
We, lost and dreaming, with hearts full of immortal longing to seize.
Crisp chills of air betwixt the leaves;
Uninterrupted,their autumnal descent.
Shed from clusters of molting trees,
Color fades from limbs barren and bent.
Branches shiver in the shifting wind,
Foretelling colder times to come.
Wynorrific,a blood red moon
Strikes fear into the hearts of some.
Dreary clouds adorn the sky,
As mist enshrouds the ground.
Moonlight shadows cast ambient
Cascades of darkness all around.
Loneliness seems surrounding
Throughout this season of change.
Twysts and Turns of Time
Make no two years the same.
Though ever-changing in its nature,
Autumn holds a coveted place
Midst two giants of hot and cold;
A perfect meld of temperate solace.
Hence is Autumn's epitome:
Change and Desolace reign king;
Of Winter's deathly grip
The prophetic winds do sing.
The hegemony of height
gets too much.
The city robs me of the horizon
and hides it behind towering
cathedrals of concrete and glass.
Even trees conspire to fill
the gaps and extend their
leafy reach to obscure the sky.
I long for uninterrupted distance,
horizontal vistas of the open sea
and the flat, unfenced expanses
of the inland with its views
to infinity. Something in me
seeks wide spaces, craves
room to breathe, imagines
sparse outback plains punctuated
only by the height
of dust devils wandering
the vastness that stretches there,
lifting up the silence
in spiralling columns of prayer.
An intellectual dresses a simple idea in the cloak of heavy and elaborate words,
Building castles from long, intricate sentences that rise toward the sky,
While the poet, with eyes deepened in the mystery of the world, opens doors to truth,
He takes the complexity of life and transforms it into a song of wind and light,
Love becomes the flight of a butterfly, and pain a late autumn rain,
In an uninterrupted flow of thoughts, where words dance freely,
Poetry does not fear simplicity, for within it lies the depth of the world,
Touching hearts through a metaphor that shines brighter than a speech.
In the silence of the night, the verses find their echo in the souls of those who listen,
The poet embraces mystery, turning it into a palpable truth,
While the intellectual sometimes gets lost in the maze of complicated reasoning,
Yet in both flows the same desire to understand the universe around,
To find hidden beauty in details, meaning in every flicker of time.
Words, be they heavy or light, always seek their place in open hearts,
Where truth can be whispered or shouted in mountain echoes,
And thus, in the simplicity of verse, we find ourselves, without limits.
She wore necklaces of coral,
strings of pearls embracing her body,
glinting back at the broken sunlight
scattered across the sea floor.
Her glassy eyes gazed up,
somewhat worried, somewhat mournful,
longing to leap above the waves,
to sing that chorus of birds passing by.
Longing for her voice to take flight,
uninterrupted by ships sailing by.
She wasn't born a killer;
just cursed with a shadow of death;
and a sea that washed her bloody hands.
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