new unedited poetry

Disturbance

In a moment this will all shatter
With my thoughts,
Those planets;
The dreamy orbs glittering rainbows
Like farewell flags, twinkling masses
Of galactic mist will
Melt into the scepter mountains
That sit like giants by the water,
Never thirsty.

It will all sizzle away in a
Cerebral synapse – POOF!
But the blue-bleeding ocean machine
In the sky will just effervesce,
Yes! Bless with cerulean rays
A circle that shatter with my thoughts



Dawn: or a reminder that wakes us from chronic repeating amnesia

What is not:
A pragmatic sun
Is incognisant of our carpe diem,
It does not set out to conquest,
Only to wake again
To the almost imperceptible beings
Cracking eyelashes
And petals, chirruping in song

Not a battle cry,
Not a fighting march,
This simply is.
Not rare,
Neither un-coveted by the senses,
It does not exude resilience

What is:
This is presence…

The dawn is an explosion,
An exaltation
Of birth.

It is an exhalation
Brimming with fortresses
And birds.

The after twilight hour
Fills with scalpels of
Subtle blizzards of light.

New love calms
The bucking morning with
Mists and mirrors and
Aviators talk to me,
When they see
My warm breath
Disintegrate in the light.

Repetitive reincarnation