Perfection

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Many times in

dewdrops’ globuled poise

impossibly balanced

on iridescent filaments

webs caught in shafts

in the rising

or setting of

sun-stained skyline

smearing qualitative 

palette in random streaks

into midnight blue’s depths

where fires lit higher

than my imaginings

stars calling attention

to glimpses of the glory

reflected love here

in every drop of blood

ever fallen to give life

in eyes awake

to first light

from chubby kisses

skin smoothed 

by loving hands

tender smiles 

bestowed unselfishly

from nature born

to nature birthed

I see perfection

taste it with my eyes

where wonder

never falters

at its constant

renewal.

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Dark Magnificence

Born of blackest blackness

Without a trace of light

No candle glow

No single flame

To pierce the lens of sight

When out of dark magnificence

Mighty bang ensued

Veiled pitch relieved

All light redeemed

Every hope imbued.

Blessed be dark magnificence

Malevolence was torn

Atomic thunder

Shafted curse

Sight, to us, was born.

 

Paper Stage

In our fiction we have found another meaning,

Persona purified upon the page,

Feeding lines to lovers, deleting where we wish,

Camouflaged emotions, love to rage.

Subterfuge by any other standard,

Masks and costumes donned, let play commence,

Poetry, prose enacted, upon a paper stage,

Imagined intervals to build suspense.

Little drops of us from side to centre,

Courtesies in character full-blown,

Feed the words, imbue them, reality suspend,

Alter-egos populate, seeds sown

From a word or two, our person may be pleasing

Or one dastardly who mocks at every turn,

A subtle slice of sandwich’d, we and he combined,

Embodiment of bits of us, new formed. 

Ymir

Light-filled warmth,

vapours of mist

steaming from

fountain-formed ice,

Northern frost giant,

milk -fuelled Ymir,

slain for creation.

Sacrificed.

Star Musing

What tales are told in stars above,

How reflected here below,

What light extinguished in that plane,

Here leaving remnant glow

 

What universes stretch beyond,

Expand imagination,

What heavenly bodies once foretold

Splutter conflagration

 

How to attest our ignorance

Even as we learn

To reach beyond with minds, machines

Unto skies for which we yearn

 

How best to seize this knowledge

And such wonders so profound,

To be among the source of life,

Feet harnessed to the ground

 

How infinite the galaxies

From atom so compressed,

Energy empowered such

Thus our world is blessed.

 

What power so held by mighty force

That crushed one atom then

Created all, watched it expand

Source from way back when

 

A spot of dust became so vast

By massless, weightless form

Light from light eternal

Is this how we were born?

We Are One

Taste sweet unity,

Inhale essence of

Understanding.

We are one.

Pain and love felt,

Synchronicity,

Simplicity.

We are one.

Truths whispered,

Known

And heard.

We are one.

Best and worst,

Inherent

In all.

We are one.

Beauty surveyed

In shared eyes,

Seeing all.

We are one.

Loneliness

Departed,

Hands joined.

We are one.

Carved,

Moulded,

Created from one.

We are one.

Hope

All-gifted, all-giving, the gods did provoke,

Relinquished the right, them so to invoke.

Promethean crime, aid for mankind, aroused ire,

Retribution, from gods owning fire.

First woman among us, moulded from earth,

Bestowed by all deities, heavenly blessed.

But cursed by the gifts duality knows.

Determination, Zeus overthrows.

A gift bearing ills in a jar or a box,

Pandora relents and evil unlocks.

But hope still remains for good or for ill

Perception is all when hope does instil

Belief in the story of why god would choose

A mixture of gifts, some evil to use.

Is hope then a curse to action instead

Or essence to reflect on when life’s all but dead?

My hope is a blessing, that hope is a gift,

Enabling souls to elevate, to lift,

When all feels too empty, like box opened wide.

Let hope be the light that remains still inside.

 

Bountiful Benevolence

I can feel excitement surging,

Rising in my breast,

A sense of something imminent,

Not giving any rest.

The reason is elusive,

It lies just out of sight

But I know it’s on its way today

Or maybe in the night.

My heart is fit to bursting

And it’s tapping out a rhyme,

It’s spreading to my innards

And the feeling is so fine.

I hope it stays for quite a while,

I don’t want it to go,

It’s way too pleasant in extreme.

If you felt it, this you’d know.

It’s like love’s young dream has come along

And filled my flesh with fever.

Some may scoff at feeling so

But I am a believer

In wondrous possibilities

And anticipation wild,

A message from the universe

To me, her little child.

And so we all could listen too

To creation’s whispered words

And feel the spark of something grand,

Not weird nor too absurd.

Just bountiful benevolence

That fills and swells the soul.

I love it when I feel like this.

It makes me feel so whole.

Transfusion

Beseech the star that knows your name,

Transfuse evanescing light,

Inhale, transfer your darkness,

Create black hole in the night.

Before The Fire

Did once we love

Before all world was charted?

Perchance embrace

Before creation started?

 

Did angels wonder

That such love sublime

Must be tempered

In the fires of earthly time?

 

A sojourn here in worlds

So far apart

To test the strength

Of blaze within each heart.

 

One hellish truth that

Some estranged must be

Caught in fiery flashes

Of mortal frailty.

 

 

Disclaimer!  (These photos are the copyright of others’ but unknown to me. Some are from national newspapers and others from private individuals. I will gladly allocate credit if claimed.)

With thanks to Mark’s Gallery for these pictures he posted, depicting bush fires currently rampant in Australia. He kindly obliged with photos of Fire after I had joked that I was going to write poems working my way through all the elements, having done some on Air and Water. These pictures, although of actual events, elicited in me an entirely different sort of response. My apologies if some of them are depressing! But some of them are loving and sensual. So a good balance I would say, eh?