Written: November 24, 2023
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Close-up screening will show the flaws.
Under microscope, watch the draws.
With fresh style—microscopy tool.
Sight blur has been fixed—law or rule.
Microscope grips when bright hue thaws.
Close-up screening will show the flaws.
Scab thinness—less than two microns
Hook the dwarf scope—to grasp ions.
A maze echo—of magic dream.
Wanning under the noiseless stream
Close-up screening will show the flaws.
Disclosure of traces—that yaws
Pathways forged by spirits with faith.
We all crave relief from the wraith.
Who blesses hearts—effects show cause
Close-up screening will show the flaws.
I close my eyes, as time drifts away, upon a tune of yesterday
to hear the songs of glory sung, beneath the wanning moon
He stood there with a finger aiming at the sky,
naming each and every star*
The vineyard winds soft as an easy meadow,
joined the morning glories as they were closing for a fortnight.
With the taste of wine still on his lips he whistled
through the gap of his front teeth, while the chickadees
slept, beneath their sheltered wings...
Many years have come and gone still I recall my father dearly,
back in days when the sun was young and the moon
was a pearl, waxed in luminescent blues.
If I close my eyes, I can still recall that blessed summer,
the one when I believed that father, knew it all.
summer slips its heated veil in September
a noiseless stride smoothing out
the numbing pace of leisure
we pull back to the looming pitch of harvest
revering all its bounty
twilight summer
as students on campus embrace renewal
breezily swept up in a spirit of new ideas
that burn through old ones
filters of wanderlust, discovery, concentration
that frame a path for growth
reclaiming the active tone of younger voices
inevitable meandering to fall
wanning hours of summer sun
that bring light's gaze upon you
a folding inward
in shadowy cooler nights
that knit round you
like a healing sweater
to forget the green that's lost beyond our borders
in the churn and flash of breaking autumn colors
Composed: September 17/21
india independence day marked by vicissitude
like downward dive of flying kite
freedom of multiple choices wanning
men out of their element
india independence day marked by vicissitude
like downward dive of flying kite
freedom within, fading
men failing
india independence day marked by vicissitude
like downward dive of flying kite
freedom from coronavirus as elusive as
building merrier, sophisticated india
india independence day marked by vicissitude
like downward dive of flying kite
underneath my silhouette
it's always "liek" dusk.
i hear a marching band in the fog,
a damp echo, some dilute
nightmare.
i still exhale you.
an illuminated allegory
i will forever see.
i sense it's fundamental,
like an imperfect cell
wanning away inside;
my smoke filled lungs.
unable.
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