voxmist,vox5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
settling on surfaces,
the moon a heavy-lidded eye.
in the dead hours i write.
hushed, in the doldrums,
the world around me sleeps
and i can hear my Mother's voice.
tanabatathough kept aparttanabata5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
by the vast deep,
two distant hearts
one promise keep.
by the vast deep,
on sep'rate strands.
one promise keep:
on sep'rate strands
'til blessed by moon;
'til blessed by moon,
two distant hearts;
though kept apart.
paradigmcreation speaks in endless tonguesparadigm5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and to each soul in its own way.
the omnipresent and omniscient
knows no limitations.
the boundaries applied by man
and disappear in truth's majestic
we are as motes
dancing in light:
not luminous alone.
bask and shine
by reflecting the source with our selves.
abcadab tutorialthe abcadab is a form i devised while playing with alphabetic poetry forms. the syllable structure of this form is based on a form i derived called median.abcadab tutorial3 years ago in Writing More Like This
-rhyming is not mandatory, but is allowed.
-the form consists of 6 quatrains and a concluding couplet.
-the quatrains have a syllable-per-line count of 3/5/5/3
-the couplet has a syllable-per-line count of 3/5
-the first word of the first stanza must start with a word beginning in the letter 'a',
and the last word in the second line must begin with the letter 'b'... this 2 line
pattern progresses through the alphabet so that the concluding couplet's first word
begins with the letter 'y' and it's last word begins with the letter 'z'.
in the following tem
07.07.13years as unto days,07.07.132 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
and decades as unto months;
a lifetime in four seasons.
and what is today?
my autumnal equinox.
and i? always autumn's child.
peninsula rengaflorida summerpeninsula renga5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
crinkled palm fronds
keeping a lookout for the
gators and anacondas
squish and slosh
through the marsh
skin warm and tight on my cheeks
i can feel freckles sprouting
flinch away from the waves
too cold for the heat
as they crash around
i taste the sea in my throat
and smell the salt on my breath
the sail molds around the wind
with sharp snaps
my soul soars on the gulf breeze
with the angels and seagulls
push kites and children
waiting for rain
the squall washes into shore
bathing my face with summer
the sun squints overhead
so i find a pool of shade
and settle down for a nap.
pouncei am crouched,pounce3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
underneath the chair;
your ankle draws nigh;
i am become death.
eternal momentwriting, now, for writing's sake;eternal moment3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
a devotional and prayer.
dipper full, now, i partake;
with a child's gaze i stare.
the sleeper is, now, awake;
the universe is self-aware.
all the countless suns,
pin-pricks in the source's veil,
shine upon my face.
jolted awake by a stark epiphanyi caught a spare glimpsejolted awake by a stark epiphany3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
of the tome from which muse quotes;
i saw my pride's bane.
i am the saddest of scribes,
the poorest of plagiarists.
transatlanticmy flight is landing...transatlantic5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
saturn, removed from luna
as i am from my dove.
that sky-born glint and crescent
reflect my longing for her.
captain's logby now the sun's gone red,captain's log3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
swollen and yet colder;
the earth, still, burnt and dead.
extinction made bolder
our race; reaching the stars
upon quantum shoulders.
but have we reached too far,
we few thousand riding
space is not abiding;
we lack maps decrying
here be dragons hiding!
our prow ether-plying
as the navigator
flails at planet scrying.
i've grown to fear we have played traitor
to the veiled cause of our creator.
daily devotionalmy head is bowed in prayer and contemplation;daily devotional3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
my mind's pupil is dilated in the dark.
this shell my soul's released to disembark
and so shed all fetters of designation.
this sojourn holds no fear or isolation;
of this sea of light my soul is, too, a spark.
my head is bowed in prayer and contemplation;
my mind's pupil is dilated in the dark.
i recall i'm but one manifestation
of the source of all 'tween cosmoses and quarks.
this unity i must use as a landmark
when life immerses me in consternation....
my head is bowed in prayer and contemplation.
opticsmy water may still,optics4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
my mirror may be wiped clean,
but my vision's still obscured.
secure in this fact
i turn my face to the light,
having faith it will guide me.
tivoli parkthe ducks wake,tivoli park3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
plunging and preening:
spread wings, waggled tails.
the sun 'graphs,
my prayers in motion.
tick...tick...tick...i've seen four seasons pass this window,tick...tick...tick...3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
and now this bookmark finds its place;
it signals not a rash crescendo,
just a steady, metronomic pace.
and now this bookmark finds its place
in the concordance of my life;
just a steady, metronomic pace
somehow beyond both joy and strife.
in the concordance of my life,
it signals not a rash crescendo;
somehow beyond both joy and strife,
i've seen four seasons pass this window.
dress-upthe closet opens to revealdress-up3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that little girl, eyes full of zeal;
she's come to twirl and whirl and squeal.
as she dons me her giggles skirl;
that little girl, she's come to twirl.
she wants to look the debutante.
against the rules mommy has taught,
in gramma's jools she'll primp and flaunt
as at her feet i drape and pool;
against the rules in gramma's jools.
she sneaks in, secret, to wear me;
we play pretend til mommy sees.
my bestest friend she'll always be.
when she grows up...sigh...this will end.
we play pretend, my bestest friend.
in the church of the blind the one-eyed are saintsthe multiverse before me spreads.in the church of the blind the one-eyed are saints3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
on this vast strand of cosmic threads
my soul now stands in joy and dread.
lost and found in goddess' hands;
on this vast strand my soul now stands.
by ignorance i am struck dumb.
i, insensate (deaf, blind and numb),
must contemplate; the myst'ries plumb.
as is and is not variegate
i, insensate, must contemplate.
shrineshrine3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
we are gnosis-filled vessels;
grails to quaff the mysteries.
the is where is not nestles;
we are reliquaries.