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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Chiaroscuro
Poetry talks to me in the indigo stillness of a warm summer night. Chasing word games in my mind, under a sky full of stars...who walk me..firing the glow in my eyes...timeless...ageless Fireflies glimmer Across the turnstile.. Scent of incense Like the soul of the night,a jeweled zephyr trails the quietude.. Argent misted, transcending dark..embellishing shadows dancing like wraiths in the languid tawny gloom. Moonlight thoughts dazzle.. Clouds airbrush the moon. The stridulation of crickets and hoo-hoo-hoooo of owls fill the nocturnal space like pantomimic gestures of vocalists. My breath revels in scents of silver crested blossoms.. I feel the sketch of eternity in time's evanescence.. Chiaroscuro- Mise-en-scene Unfolds.. I listen.... #Haibun
Hot summer
Hot Summer Dances in Her golden robe Bees brew nectar, butterflies pollinate While meadows paint themselves bright and sunny I sit under The blue sky Painting Life. #tetacyt
Quietus
Eternity feels empty Maybe man will leave Nothing for infinity Only graves Marked...unmarked Faceless-stoned From a raped culture And a law that that Tortures the victim Even as death acts like a catalyst. When earth takes back its own Before its due time When mud turns red With grime and blood And bullets and shrapnel and chlorine Then..it is War of the power, by the power, for the power Where each flower drowns in the grease of oil Green is the devil.. #Slam poetry
A poem’s heartbeat
reaching your eyes the faint whisper of letters in a poem... #senryu # haiku
My hammock
cocooned in a turquoise shell a gossamer cradle soothes lulling to a reverie in nature's arms, I lie curled.
Iridium
I drown in the darkness of night's quietude... looking for the Hologorium in the inky empyrean stars awaken one by one as Iridium flares sparkle like rhinestones holding vintage kisses ....draping merlot misted nightfall. in night's waltz sublime musings bloom as candle drips on paper notes in eclipse of light poesies become eternal when breaths say goodbye....
Just a dream
When a poet is broken
All the words have been spoken.
When pages have been shredded
And ink drained and wetted.
And when the heart stumbled
With words I fumbled.
When things don't feel right
Sadness one cannot fight.
Sometimes the tears don't fall
One needs a shoulder to bawl.
I dip my pen in the inkwell of my blood
Wait for the words to break free and flood.
Opening the floodgates of my heart
And see the sorrow flow and depart.
Then I realize it's all been a dream
Things are just not the way they seem.
