when you dive into the sea you're an alien
atmosphere you cannot stay within
the waters surface their o zone layer
a suit to breathe limited time stayer
you cannot adapt and set up settlement
just observe and take in the experience
convoy as a pack and soak up elements
all the while just a full visual sense
to sea creatures you arrive otherworldly
on giant ships they can't comprehend
artificial materials not of the sea
appearing and disappearing no end
maybe smaller fish of trout and cod
consider us creatures of God's
but sharks and whales we're not,
present, absent and then forgot
for we can visit but they can't leave
we pollute the place they breed
or make clean so they can be
fish them up toward heaven believed
appear powerful and able to control
when really nature holds the cards
understanding with knowledge whole
could believe us Gods, when really retards
Categories:
visual sense, deep,
Form: Rhyme
As drizzle pours into an hour and another
I glimpse through the wide hole of a skyscape...
Frame by frame, vignettes from adolescence emerge
Where Mother plants new seeds—nettle, dahlia, herb--
Our backyard almost evergreen despite rain,
Tending the aisle of growing shoots with care:
And I wonder...does my parent know I am watching
When her delicate face ripens amid gale’s blow?
All at once, keynotes of life trail like a strained note
Her bent hands tilting up, pained, to taste the dew:
O those eyes dotted in Braille...weary, impaired
By sun-struck years overrun through ceaseless toil
In our garden’s lawn, paddling the holes
On marshy rails with interludes of blissful tunes,
Unmindful a visual sense wanes, stripping
An impassioned ritual to be left unsung:
Yet, it seems all the foliage knows her touch...
She, the key giver of root’s bloom.
1/18/2019 For John Lawless:
Slap The Muse And Turn It Loose
Categories:
visual sense, care, garden,
Form: Free verse
Peering through plate glass at a puzzling view,
In the midst of my coffee’s morning ritual brew.
Staring with amazement—I’m wonderfully struck,
By Cherry Tree blossoms, overnight run amuck!
By nature’s own standard, cruel joke she now plays,
Million blossoms wide open, this February day.
Our sad juvenile sapling, knows not what it feels,
Sprouting vivid Pink colors, in a show it now steals.
From those all around laying dormant in state,
Waiting to blossom, their own petals awake.
And by then poor young cherry will have muted her splash,
Replaced by green leaves, summer storms will soon thrash.
But alas all this splendor making warm visual sense,
In the time it took java, to heat and dispense.
Tomorrow once more, I’ll observe through plate glass,
Wonders that await, beyond Winter’s Rye Grass.
© Michael Wegman, 2018
Categories:
visual sense, color, february, humor, nature,
Form: Ballad
A-s the sun starts to shine,
N-ight shadows disappear;
A-fter the dark is gone,
B-irthday girl knows no fear.
E-vening silence has turned into sound of morning delight;
L-onely dusk has changed into dawn burning bright.
M-onth of January each year
A-s the twenty-ninth daybreak begins;
N-ew light from the sky
A-dds clarity to my visual sense.
L-et the Lord defend you from the minions of darkness;
O-utsmart the enemies of faith and you shall gain sweet success.
Categories:
visual sense, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
Hidden Agenda
Fighting hard to maintain
Instigating while, hesitating on that last breath, on that last breeze.
Taking all things with ease
Thought of as a dream lost in a tease
Staring in to the depth of the night skies
Where there is no time for disguise or sleep
Man eyes creep, others crawl.
How steep is the climb.
Sublime is how it felt when moving in stealth, chasing the dream of wealth
Flying high above the clouds, like a trustee of adjudication.
Encompassed by that fascination of procrastination when falling to the ground in defeat. Please, place a blockade on this terror. Lost souls, but still so much to gain.
Slain in its rapture of pain. Wondering was it all left to chance or lost in vain.
Hidden in plain visual sense. Now lets commence and forget about the suspense.
It's here!
Darius Howard
Categories:
visual sense, adventure, anger, betrayal, corruption,
Form: Light Verse
TWO SONNETS: #1 STILLNESS
Stillness moves tense in vibrant flow,
Etch a deep feel of presence here;
Notch visual sense as impact shows,
See how love heals in surge of cheer;
Observe the reach of words that hurl,
Rest weary frame in pleasant fare;
Ignite sure pitch as pictures swirl,
Anoint good name in lively dare;
Leech that wise taste that wonder brings.
Treat poignant surge in thought profound,
Opt for stern haste in fleeting swings;
Upfront clear urge drives happy grounds,
Calm vivid smiles claim feel that moves
Heart and mind style the lovely grooves.
Leon Enriquez
04 February 2016
Singapore
Categories:
visual sense, beauty,
Form: Sonnet
Direct me to,
The place you're at,
I need to know,
The agony lasts.
The voice I hear,
Is soft you see,
I want to know,
My destiny.
Direct me to,
The traits within,
Help me be,
All I can.
I don't see things,
The way you do,
Translations in print,
To help stay content.
Am I heard,
Are others pleased,
With the opportunity to retrieve?
It's destiny,
It will happen,
Recall the visual sense,
As I comprehend.
Categories:
visual sense, courage, dream, me, me,
Form: Free verse