moonbeams dance on my pillow this unknown summer night venus blooms like cereus in an ebony sky a hushed wind carries My dreams to you I pick up my pen...
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Flying postmen
Pigeon-gram; Air-mail service In a wing.. Avian compass: Homing the telegraphic Telepathy... Pigeon-post; Airborne courier in A feathered leg. #world war
Well, what if ?
What if... The angel of death came calling on me On one of his life taking sprèe I would teach him the art of procrastination And say my soul needed beautification Heaven would have to wait I would need to cleanse my heart Before I would from this world depart So that heaven could open its gate Not treat me like a surrogate. I would not like to die on a hospital bed With tubes and needles stuck all over Down my throat, through a pipe being fed Visitors putting on a sympathetic face Turning with pity,and a look of grimace It would be good to die surrounded by Books, poetry, hope my poems last that long And playing in my ear, a favourite song..
Pegasus
divine epynomous starry constellations carrying thunder, lightening renaissance of season, time springing Hippocrene's blue Mount Helicon's fountainhead quenching the muses' thirst; Nemesis of Narcissus.
October haibun
I embrace October's breathless thrill. Symphonies merge birds' tuneful
breaths, vermilion heartbeats kindle melodies of effervescent blossoms
lilting glimmering reveries.
cosmic collision;
dulcet energies
destiny's refrain
Canticles tumble from hearts pulsing, wrapping yearnings unbroken by
life's strategy. Crystal stars rhythm interludes daydreaming into
night skies spangled with poetry.
pale of moonlight slips
a swirl of constellations
twilight's liquid dark
Fireflies trail the heath flaming a gentle zephyr that touches my
cheek with grace. Crickets echo ebon air hemming mellow of sleep as
nocturnal creatures rouse.
dawn lures the sun out;
blue sanctuary
of a rising star.
#haibun
Finding my north
I slant my compass;
Even as time steals
From me…
#haiku
golden twilight
Golden interlude; A star goes down In a bruised skyline Broken by the heartache Of a dying day
Faucets in the sky
dark rain clouds now fill the blue sky hiding the sullen sun behind even as he comes out to try to melt the ice buttress outlined. the sky is just waiting to burst, even as thunder rolls, lightening strikes quenching thirst as nature is nursed drenching well enough to suffice. faucets have opened in the sky misting the air with crystal drops shimmering like icicle pops splattering, moistening soil still dry. dribbling into gurgling brooklets splashing merrily on rocks and ponds tracing small, tiny rivulets bridges, archways betwixt dewy fronds. i feel the soothing pureness pour over my skin, into my soul rejuvenating to restore freshness of spirit as a whole.
