in the sky's silence I hear the whispers of falling blossoms my angst roams in nothingness of shadows long gone.... melancholia becomes a souvenir in my quill my blood rushes red pushing effervescent... into heaven's tapestry butterflies loiter on quivering leaves luminescing tangerine honeydew scents I breathe dreams into a constellation born in the blue of my quill
schematics of infinite love the burning and yearning orchestrating impulses temptations tempo the rush of unleashed awareness stimulus that burns wild the sojourn of equinox a potent invite.. #shadorma
Sun fires the flames in my mind As carmine liquified lips Taste the heartbeat of dewed blooms I feel the day's love. Sky clothes me in turquoise The wind strikes musical notes Etching lusciuos canticle On the wings of birds. #dodoitsu
In the warmth of moon's pale reflections I gather stars in my night Sipping midnight dew ambrosial I sleep Sleep awakens my dreams In monochrome of sepia Perceptions hue thought transitions Weaving a tapestry of a thousand suns Calibrating the waking Sky whispers On calathea breath Butterflies dance On a sunshine lattice Birds dash through Quivering sunrays Nectar scents bloom My ink follows birth of the milky way...
sound of my thoughts
I keep the volume low
my tense syllables
inspired by haikus written by Allen Ginsberg
Emotions write themselves into verses Words ...lonesome in their longing to be heard A quill-- bleary nibbed And a poem that looks me in the eye Hello Allen, Hello Jack... mismanaged emotions stagger into a bereft page my longing to write is almost narcotic.. staring into hallucinating clouds riding on the back of lightening thunder slaps my ears.. I hear sirens in the 2.a.m sky their red neon lights revolve into reflections... I blink..eyes vermilion in the shadows of sleep.. time hangs motionless... time has gone to sleep hello Allen, hello Jack.. you beat me to it..
last night's stars still shine in my eyes, as celestial dreams enchant my breath sunbeams warm my skin setting heart to rhapsodize in dawn's aurum kiss #choka
The scarlet of my lips Curve into an amethyst smile Amblygonite pushes smalt Breathing nerves of gold In opaline dreams Fragrance of ancient framboise Spill on muslin garbs Of roseate commitment Poetry's sweet alyssum #dodoitsu#tanka
moonsoon night: I sleep with pen by my pillow in the deep of night, I see you in my dreams.. #senryu/haiku
I take a pause breathing in the chorus of nature's movement I walk into the green of arching trees and twining brambles, my breath toasted by the delicate scents of hidden flowers. Shadows whirl against swirling treetops..glowing a golden roam guides my steps..i sit in a slow sunset Birds twitter into nectar misted dew warmed by sunbeams on the bosom of fuschias, geraniums, marigolds and dahlias. Pungent odors from the soil strike air...,lingering..tracing heat. birds whistle into the air...a sigh breaks from my lips Late beam of the sun touches my shoulder...soft winds croon me to slumber..night vanishes..silent dreams reel into morning calm awaking release of falling stars... dawn undresses my dreams spilling her mystique