Listening To The Kiss

Gap no bigger than a purse of lips

Emits its pouted frequency

Kiss from synchronicity

And sighs

Hole as deep as worlds dug

From long distanced chaos

Erupts to terminal velocity

Steady tears from beyond

Cry.

Wired to the world

Charging partnership

Love letters and memos

Scented and sent

Tries

Escalating frequency

Duration

Immediacy

Quietens to listen

Responses aggravated

Agitated acuity observed

Sighs

Begins again

Is there anyone there, it breathes,

Who is listening

To the kiss

From appellate skies

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Jealousy

Jaloused plot,

titanic children dead,

repeat the crime,

anarchic ruler led.

Justify in words

all those who bled,

resurrect in actions,

then undead.

Almighty hand that smote

with fear and dread,

usurped by child,

cosmic control inbred.

Disquietude and envy

gods forced and fled,

ruled by one,

warrior from his head.

A game to play

while blood still oozes red.

Beware all jealousy,

so pride is fed.

Evacuation

voidal womb then

expelling mankind

heaves and grunts of

galactic aspect.

 

tsunamic 

waters breaking now

tectonic plates

pulsating

chaotic rhythm

equilibrium breeched

propulsion

 

begone child

to the void

 

 

Beginnings – Transformations

 

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/category/photo-challenges/

Forgive my awful illustration….I don’t do photos. Any photos on my blog will most certainly have been taken by someone else. Really must learn how to take some. Hope my poem says more than my ‘photo’….just thought I had to put something in to qualify for the challenge. 😉

 

Alternatively, I could do what I did before and ask you to envisage the photo in your mind. Here we go. The cosmos – Hubble pic – existing in your mind while life takes you on a journey of discovery and warps your perceptions as it unfolds. Chaos ensues. But life and love and choices make for greater clarity and …..eventually…..matter becomes clearer.

Don’t really need to bother with the poem now. Bugger!

Oh here it is anyway.

I’m getting me a camera!

Birth ends waiting.

New life from death.

Destruction preceding

Creation.

Phases evolving,

Conceptions

And believing.

Pain

Stages

For everyone.

Mists concealing

Embroiling, rolling

And revealing

Beginnings,

Transformations,

Changes  of

Choices.

And Being.

 

We Come

We don’t come to bring you down.

You do that to yourselves.

Travellers here from far-off lands,

Others follow,

There are plans

 

You’ll never know.

We won’t tell all

Till passing time reveals.

The nature of our purpose here

Travel, space conceals.

 

Treasures hidden in the stars

Voidal,

Vacuum, space.

No, we don’t come to bring you down.

You do that as a race.

 

We don’t settle once we come.

Ephemeral passing,

Little here to seek.

We, as voyeurs, write the heavens.

Chaos and cosmos speak.

 

We don’t bring censure,

Admonishment,

That’s not for us to try.

Mere observations for firmament’s

Unfolding, endless sky.

Peace

Antithesis of chaos,

Peace – an easy loss.

Pretend the state

And softly wait,

Rotational, aspire,

Subliminal expectation and desire,

While worlds on worlds do spin,

Cloaked in meditation, peaceful soul to win.

Extruding all extraneous, cacophony and din,

Like hammered metal, steel on tin.

Peace; hand stroked, velvet-like, on moss.