Who am I, beyond this……

309198__sea-shell-at-sunset_pSundown’s satiny rufescent, converges me reliably;

Punctuating lightly, this soaking evening.

Quicksilver surges wheedles me; this roosting shell;

Moistening my dried out wellsprings of nihilities.

 

Sunkissed granules underneath, emit a rhythm;

Their thawing breaths, mellow my wintry heart.

Numbness trickles evenly, conjuring life in my bushed senses;

Forking up a cherubic vox to my strains of recondite silence.

 

Yet, an unplumbed presence I be, to the snuggling winds;

Fathoming into me, a hoped tale of its spiritedness.

Woolgather I, etching my substance against the sand’s bosom;

Desiring to be an ephemeral essence in its everlastingness.

 

Image I myself, unwittingly, a sun endued shadow;

That sprucely mimes my callosity, in all panoramas.

Saltating with me, fazed, to melodic line of tides;

Playing hide and seek, alike the sunny gleam.

 

Search I, my tinge, amidst the ascending hues of dusk.

Who am I…….., beyond this calcified bulwark?

Unnamed, unvoiced, I wait for dawn’s halcyon beam;

To feel the velvety orbit of my tempered realm, again.


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Buoyancy…

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Famishing a slumbering sea,

Fagged feet, flavors a novel sand.

Palpating my soul’s shade,

Between body and nobody;

Nursing a vestal space,

‘tween void and fullness;

Fall I, like a raindrop, forth the branch;

Savoring my freedom of abeyance-

Blearing, shorings of sky and earth.


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Saline Scripts…Ailing Lyrics!

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Saline scripts of obscure past,
Tombed steadfastly to the last,
Signed up in amaranthine tears,
Varnished in lifetime of fears,
Enshroud to be vividly seen,
By someone’s eyes, keen.

Ailing lyrics from the heart,
Doomed to secrecy….. wait,
On the lips’ wizened threshold,
Stocking up songs unheard,
Quiver to be warmed versus,
Someone’s ever heeding ears.


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An Unfrequented Lantern.

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Doomed slackly to a benumbed branch so barren,

Dangling in faith, I, the only unfrequented lantern.

No more bright tinges for eyes, but pallor for hue;

Burning up in winter, a colossal penance I pursue.

The knavish snow slants on my hoary shoulders,

Cloaking my spark with its lily-white gelid borders.

Withal I go- thawing soft, this frost-bound night…

Lighting the roll down of darkness, bilking my sight.

Jugging the hot ambers in me, whipping my core,

Maneuvering I am, for you to attain your shore.


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Turquoise Sea and Blanched She.

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Springs she, at the edge of sienna sand;
By the iciness of turquoise drunk sea.
Subsisting her verity, bosoming her bliss;
Tantalizing her kismet, careen to her tune.

Springs she, in her honed brokenness;
Becomingly torn and graciously spirited.
Sensing too alive in the fleeting moments;
Ardently in passion with her solitary life.

Springs she and her soul, profoundly merged-
Hand clapping euphorically, hollering aloud.
As bluey curls show up in the incommoded sea;
Tones of emotions paints the blanched SHE.


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