
Spring poem silent learnings precious stones a n d wondrous r e m e d i e s The sound of sobriety and the smell of t i m e l e s s deaths Insinuations fake propriety full-on minimalism u n m a d e b e d
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Spring poem silent learnings precious stones a n d wondrous r e m e d i e s The sound of sobriety and the smell of t i m e l e s s deaths Insinuations fake propriety full-on minimalism u n m a d e b e d
Sleepy days and blooming nights — f i e l d s drying out of fine c o f f e e A nice, slow sip, tasting some fancy b e a n s — a fragrant future drawn on my bitter e s p r e s s o I stole a puff blowing some faint s m o k e verse — but your tired eyes wouldn’t read f u z z y letters S l o w words, fake rain, dripping on h o p e f u l grass — some shattered glass Spilling red ink onto w e t p a g e On sleepy days, I write a faint smoke v e r s e — Our fragrant future d r a w n on a bitter espresso
//We both felt dizzy with verses Electrified! Living in orchid Spaces Lucid— All those rhymes of yore Such widowed thoughts Our lonely oasis// /Moon passages And wicked faces Bespoke suits, Poetic races Discerning fables and Fizzy odes/ //We both felt dizzy with verses Electrified! Living in orchid Spaces Such widowed thoughts One homely oasis Lucid— All the rhymes Of yore//
He felt like sneezing; laughing to himself; or remaining silent Helplessly searching for drowsy stories to put into words "Finish that page!" the choir - w h i l e h e h u m m e d a h o p e f u l t u n e - kept chanting And then, just like that, he departed Thankful for the life he’d lived loved l e f t
I tiptoe around this, my d r e a m garden as you undress my thoughts with d e f t hands a bright blue M o o n just won’t stop shining even as the t i m e comes to w a k e u p
/ forgetful regretful a mindful path of multi-storied v e r s e s / searching for liminal s p a c e s observing those pondering f a c e s * . . . o p p o n e n t s aware contenders— beware of those doubtful intentions unspoken d i s s e n t i o n s . . . sketched on damp paper— and never aired * / forgetful regretful a mindful path of multi-storied v e r s e s / searching for liminal s p a c e s fierce like assonant traces you can now view— though I n e v e r b a r e d
allure, allure, a silent sulk a smile, a doubt ~ A change of r o u t e ~ a fear of drought, these crispy beds. the linens—blue ~ The eternal s h a d e s ~ with open eyes these thought parades— I sense them all ~ The storm p e r v a d e s ~ it rains and rains, and soaks the truth— all magic rites ~ A silent s u l k ~ allure, allure this hidden truth. a smile, some doubt, ~ This endless s h o u t ~ the sweaty words, these crispy beds. the sirens—blue ~ The calmness f a d e s ~ with open eyes those thought parades— I sense them all ~ T h e s t o r m p e r v a d e s ~
Feeling homesick all stranded left the building keys inside it— no way back He’s now so lost Lights are on the lamp still shining those shelves— empty Books all gone Who’s the liar who’s the beggar who’s the thief— This empty soul Feeling homesick all stranded left the building keys inside it— no way back He’s now so lost He’s got talent he’s a genius such smoked mirage— portrait, Pawn
Moving on with life— enhancing m o s o d / ice won’t break as you skate o n / Drawing on this sensual, s l i p p e r y s r a e u f c / enraptured by those i c e t i c k l e s / Feet moving to the sound of a s i l e n t w i p r h s e / ice won’t break as you skate o n / An ageless s u p e r n o v a in this perpetual w i n t e r s k y
I read overread, skim-read, d a n c e & r a e d . and, while r e a d i n g b e t w e e n t h e l i n e s I keep losing my t r a i n o f t o g t h u h . . I don’t wanna read overread— or misread ! d r i n k & r a e d . . . S o , I w r i t e *********** It’s been a while since my last post (Or my last writing activity, for that matter) Now, slooowly, getting back to writing mood Please bear with me - While I invoke my Free verse muse Happy to be back, beautiful, naughty, dark & clever WordPress souls !