Stars burn on my fingertips Firing the turquoise on my skin Into a deep purple hue As ancient suns Sing hymns of wisdom To a traipsing slow dancing Quill losing its breath... Ambushed by the writer's block My quill spins deliriously Tracing mundane across breadth Of a blank white page.
I offer a poem of thanks to the universe for all that it has given me...
In the stillness of waiting I build my temple of words In the sacred confines Where blood flows in blodroots halo Spirit's strength serves survival. When silence becomes seduction I bring forth from the safety of my bosom Truth's tender fidelity Disciplining delirium in my mind As nib sculpts silhouettes Of holographic dna Carving words out of misery Igniting auras of fantasy Almost supernatural In the spaces of time..infinitisimal A promise of charismatic magnetism Like jasmine scent on my breath In my hourglass of volatile sensiblities My heartbeat waits for salvation.. The cosmos does not answer... Inspired by the movie Bladerunner 2049
In a sky of knighted stars I etch a torn world Pain bows to me in silence Unrelenting in its essence. I embrace my grief In a torn world Of blind bombs And bleeding bombers Stars cry blue Behind a volcanic sky I hear the solar song Wind carries The universe to my lips Pain fires my quill To abstract boundaries If it's dust to dust Then pain to pain And love to love And maybe love is alive somewhere....
Stars explode dewdrops On a honey nectar dawn To a peach lacquered morn. I catch dawn's first song, as Waking birds waltz into flight. A sojourn of melody Sun sparks like burning diamond Embossing the turquoise Touch of breath to light.. #tanka#dodoitsu
saké drunk on the harvest song- a cupid meditates...
In the poetry of stars I sing songs of solitude In an awakening night The wind slips me dreams... Clouds and moon play peek-a-boo Gathering dancing shadows On a siver dewed landscape A breeze anchors me Among night blossoms A virginal moon plays Song of the stars
I am blessed I have a place Where I write and cry With my two companions My pen and my pad. #verse
In the bloodstream of consciousness I drape words in tinsels of gold My breath's violet fragrance Awakens to truth's touch Ebullient, pure Underplaying Emotions Bleeding Tears. #nonet
I dance on my soul's lyrics Sparking my ink dreams Poetry is adrenaline Pulsing eclectic Silver thistle of my nib Carving beauty out of words Golden on my spirit's skin Healing bruises... #dodoitsu