“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Showing posts with label crystal. Show all posts
Friday, May 15, 2020
Upon further refraction
The dark parts are never totally absent
but make counter balance
while the wave-
lengths of light
lure us to the edges
of our material domains.
And tenacious as
we are, discover
how pointed
the arrow of time
must be-in order
to pierce the shield
we forge between
then and now,
somehow
All
observations become skewed
and miss their tiny targets
more often
than not.
All the while,
the incessant beating
heart, clock, hands only
amplify this glaring
temptation to shatter
our own gently built
crystalline structures
aligned and angled
just so-
objects prevent the light
from penetration
into the facets
that make us so
Reflective.
In retrospect,
the gradient
is held dependent
to a degree,
only to consider its own color
cast on the walls
and splashed across the floor
in the time it takes
to name
something never
There.
Photo credited by Kelvinsong / CC0, 'Prism tribeam' taken 2012 in Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons.
Friday, January 18, 2019
absorption
The storm was done
and so it fell
into a fine mist
of crystals spent
in shards or more
mineral.
The after taste
of iron
smells like the steel sky
blowing by
or coming
from my mouth
in thin whispers...
Painting by Arthur Partin (1842-1914), 'Misty Morning off the Coast of Maine', c. 1865-67, in Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons.
Sunday, February 26, 2017
Abundance
We mind rarified
elementary considerations such as
helium and hope that just
stream out the o-zone.
While we worry about coal gluttons
and electric vampires,
the signal still comes
in crystal glints,
colors are just
extraneous.
The most resourceful
were generous
making love-
concurrently, we are
interfering.
Simultaneously
sucked in
shiny silicon i's.
Unwound and seriously
needing respooling.
Image credit Hugo Gerhard Ströhl [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Friday, January 13, 2017
Decorating mud cakes
Apathy spreads so easily,
thriving amongst any localized
biodiversity.
Ears sprout in fields from yellow seas
of mono-cropping. The wind grinds down
our meals into muted mush, nourish us,
the sun glows, chicken,
adapting itself in ambiance to the best
propagation of pessimism and
immunology in world-wide webs.
Saturation is more suitable for delusional
desires by dreamers who water down rainbows
as casualty.
There is no wonder
anymore.
Where does the marrow go
when our spines shrivel...
Clouds cure any silly thoughts of happy
or stupid glee, i.e. beauty. Muddy skies slog unmixed
clods and none bother asking why
clods and none bother asking why
Life continues this way.
Over our heads.
We would never see any reason
We would never see any reason
for it coming
down
in all shades of brown and grey.
We wont look up.
We wont look up.
Painting By Rogers, Gilbert (MBE) [Public domain], c. 1919 via Wikimedia Commons.
tiny affirmations
Yes
I said, opening the door.
In he came with a crooked smile
his eyes down cast-
my feet-
bare
and stood
there-
I facing him.
with first blinks and a rub of my eyes-
Don't-said he-quickly-his hand
fingering the silky nude rose
pink petals, curled tips and
composed in the tiny crystal vase.
Get up-See-'Tis better to Dream-Always.
Says he, with a warm flannel smile
(around me).
Yes,
I slept a while-
yes, it felt so good.
I don't know if I dreamt
or what it meant that my
pillow smelt so sweet and pink
like tiny crystals, maybe leaves...
Yes,
was the first word
awake.
And It was good.
Image of painting by Frederic Leighton [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons, Flaming June (1895).
Saturday, February 6, 2016
Fragmentary figures
crystal eyes
Dis guys
thin and Lethe
soak and sponge
pour us
poor us
more
moor
aqua vita
vita nuova
amor fati
mere our
mirror
image
Imagine
Imagine
image
mirror
mere our
amor fati
vita nuova
moor
more
poor us
pour us
soak and sponge
thin and Lethe
Dis guys
crystal eyes.
Image of painting by Paul Klee [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons, Crystal Gradation, 1921.
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