“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label illumination. Show all posts
Showing posts with label illumination. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 4, 2017
Stone's throw
When the words dislodged
and came hailing down,
as an avalanche seeking the comforting
earth below
in free fall, the lege, a paragraph
or precipice gives itself away,
all the dense granite words,
could never be shale, not fall apart
nor could any illumination find light
after the full weight suddenly shifted,
to be mined. It was only words that the
mountains rose to meet at
The End.
Painting by Carl Schuch [Public domain], 'Mountain stream with boulders' (c.1888) via Wikimedia Commons.
Friday, April 21, 2017
(little lumens)
Brilliant (by that)
Bright (as in)
Light, like illumination
Or observation of Other
part and particulars
Also, astronomical atomic accumulations
where we may wonder
what does the whole say?
Who’s to say-
Brilliance may be,
by relay, a reflection, the radiation
of you in the light,
letting colors concentrate
on more than themselves.
Bountiful or beautiful
from where i
stand
under-
awed and auroral.
Painting By Anna Boberg, Northern lights from North Norway in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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