Though I vow faith to you each single day,
Why do my feet stall, turning to your shrine?
I sit upon my bed and humbly pray;
Why am I blind to see you, the divine?
My hunger for your vision grows endless,
Like pilgrims walking through a desert space.
The false mirages seem quite relentless;
A dark alert sounds in this lonely place.
The seasons change and blow the breeze away;
My yearnings erupt like volcano fire.
My restless heart seeks inner ease today;
Deep inside, chaos stirs up wild desire.
Should I still tread the looping wheels of time,
Or fade from sight before I hit my prime?
In darkness, the whirlpool has an eye;
High up, over seas, peaking through.
The placid swoosh of glittery sky,
With ebb and flow of tropical blue.
Glitzy diamonds make a quiet splash.
Ruby-tangerine, low in horizon’s limbo.
Artist sighs at shore’s moonlight glass;
With frame, I step through Aloha window.
A stream, searching its limits, laps the bank.
Water falls gently over a small dam.
Fish nip at flotsam in usual prank,
And find protein at weight less than a gram.
All's well and calm in this country setting
A whiff of wind shuffles a nearby tree,
Yet the shallow banks soon will be letting
Gallons of overflow to be set free.
Soft water's whispers now shriek in a scream.
A precipice grips the liquid off-guard.
It spills its mass in a powerful stream
Down to twirling whirlpool's cold disregard.
Into the darkness I drove the line.
With sudden persistence I stuck their spirits.
Questions arose about my faith.
Under the shadows the powers of the air quake.
Through blended fields I struck their souls.
Yoking my aura deep into the earth.
Waking the mountain it never crumbled.
Ascending the moon, we summit the sky.
Zero percent of my trust was lost.
Accepting the limits of music's healing powers.
Into the light I became the world's darkness.
Without warning I took down all their protections.
Queens discovered my resilience and my mercy.
Under heavy silver rain those in power ran to cover.
Thoughts of my greatness whispered in all secret places.
Yoga they have never seen with Mastery of all senses obtained.
Witnessing visions almost forgotten in ancient days long past.
Acquiring strength to find hope in sorrow.
Zooming past traps laid by fools.
Asking for amber rain.
Indigo rivers of royal blood spilt.
Without doubt I belong to empires yet founded and peoples yet born.
The Whirlpool Galaxy of grand-design,
a stately spiral with companion small,
once held to be in gravity’s confine
of greater galaxy’s imposing sprawl,
is shown in sharpest image ever caught
to have essentially been gliding past
for myriads of years, beyond our thought,
behind the Whirlpool’s classic swirling cast.
A cosmic canvas visioned by Van Gogh
limns canopy above from earth below
as though he could intuit fluid flow
of astral turbulence the skies bestow
in Vincent’s Starry Night’s celestial dream
with Whirlpool soaring o’er in stellar stream.
~ Harley White
I
A whirlpool is not a pool of WHIRLS;
A whirlpool is but whirlpooling
II
Do you feel a feeling?
Do you light a lightning?
Perhaps FEELING and LIGHTNING are events in themselves.
I’m stuck in a whirlpool,
Lost, confused, alone
Where am I heading?
To the bottom of this pool,
A blackhole,
All air leaves my lunges
The seamless sky called life spread on cloudless serenity,
in the rhapsody of the zephyr floated my butterfly free.
On its wings I painted dreams with motif of my identity
as flowers in the valley of love bloomed all seasons for me.
The dawning horizon splashed the spectrum of ecstasy,
blossomed the buds of reverie as I was on my course to fly.
Virtual euphoria took me to the realm of fathomless fantasy,
I didn’t see storm clouds gather at the dark edge of the sky.
Splintered in the flickering ambience of tarnished twilight,
in the vortex of turmoil I saw the debris of my adoring sky
spiraling away with my dreams in the storm of sulky night.
Demolished, I was sucked in the twirling whirlpool of its eye.
The flushing vale turned into tormented wasteland wreckage,
derelict flowers didn’t see the new sun rise in the fallen sky.
Swirling surge of tear drowned the slices of past in storm rage,
rinsed the colored lattice from the broken wings of the butterfly.
June 15, 2020
Contest : Spiral
Sponsor : Kai Michael Neumann
One
had better not
persist in holding back
his many tears of suffering
for
there is always the danger
him to be drown into
the whirlpool of
grief!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
15 APRIL 2020
Waking up and shaking up
Running up for the daily dose
Drying up is every rose
Dying up is every rose
Drugs and thugs ruining lives
Selling smiles and all knives
It's not to give you joy
It's mere a deathful toy
Waiting out with their ploy
Getting in trap every girl and boy
People selling drugs in convoy
Police Sirens all over the town
The thugs free with no mask or gown
Killing humans without a frown
Police Sirens all over the town
wind whirl waves
watery whirlpool
wreckage washed-up
my heart springs
fresh water that
brings pure
better then
to swell turning
into being a stream
so i trickle
fixable
me
the world has now opened
hoping it didn't swallow
you or if it did
will spit
you out upon
the shore where
i will
give you
mouth to mouth
to resusitate
never to let
you not
be
Silently she waits,
wearing a crest of a wave on her finger.
The night will erase all the meaningless fears.
Silently she dares
to break all the obstacles unforeseen,
to dive into the truth
that is far from luxurious.
Silently she realizes
that part of her fault is in building a world of hypocrisy.
Silently she dreams
of becoming younger.
Silently she falls asleep
between Achilles and Odysseus,
counting the reasons for blindness.
Silently she melts the ice
of her tranquility
in a solar whirlpool
that must eradicate her as well,
but it won’t.
Copyright © Maryna Tchianova | Year Posted 2016
Various perceptions afloat in a sea of thought,
Ideas and thoughts independent;
Emotions swayed in random movement,
Yet all in one direction advance
By a force unseen and cohesive.
Feelings creating moods;
Moods that scream and insist on action.
Imaginations stirring reactions to every thought
Which give birth to consequences.
Whirlpool
I knew from the moment you smiled
Somehow, I knew you were going to be wild
You took my heart in the first moment
I wanted to run but I knew I mustn’t
You became a whirlpool
And my chances became miniscule
You were drawing me even closer
Then everything became a blur
I awoke the next day
And I really did want to get away
But, I really fell totally in love
And that was all I could think of
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