Idyllic illicit illusion…
Complicit daydream delusion…
Explicit panoply profusion…
Other worldly garlanded gems..
Purring poetic…balletic..stirring kinetic aesthetic..
Absurdly drop atop delicious stems..
Heavenly blue hue...serenity’s serendipitous shade..
Or purple patch so plush…fairies blamelessly blush..
Bucolic blossom hush... mother nature's made..
Garnishing..varnishing.. intricate forest floor laid..
Magical mist…delicate..sumptuously sprayed...
Trysts persist…unctuously dappled glade..
How can you resist..not be swayed?
Flagrantly decadently displayed.
Fragrantly delectably conveyed...
Casts seasonal smorgasbord spells..
Marvel at the mythical majesty..
Spring’s cocooned woven tapestry..
Festooned filigree of bluebell dells
Twas' a mellowing twilight on the end of the day
Where the whispers of dusk benignly sway
when the weary traveler of orange bid adieu
varnishing the sky with amber and blue
As the shadows lengthen and daylight wanes
Couldn't endure enough of what my eye gains
The chaotic screams of the day departed at the dusk
The halcyon prevails with its demandless busk
So ended the beatific nightfall
an enrapturing memory I could forever recall.
Wierded by your stumpish quirks
foolish retorical ramblings
unrelated to any topic
with objectiives
that jive against the
needs of our relationship
lacking lusteris something dull
in need of attention
might we speak of the vase
it's beauty is marvel from
it's appeal
but it lacks the care a good
varnishing could bring
the chimera leaves us hoping
that our lack of interest in shelacing
cause us to make myth of the deed and doings
yet we still keep interest in the possession
of the vase due to
both our love of it
and our desire to extract it's power
by owning it
but when we are most eager
to be loved
we gain interest in one another
love details our need to belong to one another
might we never part
it's kismel a zest of living and loving one another
There is no rainbow here
the mind erases them all in fast succession
into some dull opaque gray white progression
until not a single image or dream re-appears.
Once there was a palette of colors flowing
a pastel sketch campitura upon the empty easel
unprotected each color fades in painfull recall sequel
poorly painted until someone else's picture is showing.
Bleeding down along the edge
every color fades each into the next
and with the camouflage of displays flexed
slip away the rainbow bloom wedged.
A couche glaze reflects the light
giving into saturated blends fugitive licensed blacks
wrapped in the haze clouded visions of dark grays stacked
with the memories that grisaille the night.
Now with each color faded, all of what was you and me
remains the untold story of impasto shaded hues
varnishing frame and canvas with the memory true
a sfumato memory that breathes air with tears to salt the sea.
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Forest of stars all clad in jade
Varnishing buds with hints of cream,
As magic weaves through sky’s brocade.
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Lucent veil lifts trance of nightshade
Garlands tossing my hair, agleam
Forest of night all clad in jade.
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Leaves dancing, O wings on parade
Butterflies reel to catch my dream;
As magic weaves through sky’s brocade. ~
Tinsels from grass drip to cascade
Such loveliness cruising downstream
*Forest of stars all clad in jade.
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Then, pixies dart on rock’s glossed shade
My breath enthralled by stardust beam;
As magic weaves through sky’s brocade.~
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Homeward bound, tasting mystic glade
Fey whispers like child-like hours' dream.
Forest of stars all decked in jade,
~As magic weaves through sky’s brocade.
The Magical Forest Contest of Roger Horsch
The smooth rain
Varnishing the soul
Softening the
Deep currents of
The ghost river
Negotiating her path
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