eyes
open–
glowing with
intensity,
silent beneath trees,
starborne—facing skysongs
rearranging the distance
with colored light—no one knows when
or what comes before ever after
A nonet for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.
mandala
windfall
I haven’t had such an effortless message from the Oracle in a long time. It reminded me of my favorite Sun Volt song, “Windfall”.
And as always, it’s a message I need. Poetry, lyrics, music, song.
“sing”
said time
the storm’s blood is like
wind music
the sky wants us to
light up these rain shadows
with seas of blue stillness
swimming around the moon
From One to the Next (Part 2)
She talks to
me but the voice casts
no words, just
spinning the
same sounds over and over
without an ending.
All at once
she disintegrates,
becomes air,
a shadow
overlapping itself with
illumination.
She seems lost
in a space beyond
time—alone
she dances,
an untamed ocean dazzling
color into light.
Bjorn has asked us at dVerse to try changing our point of view–I took a poem from 2018 written in first person and became the observer, watching the original narrator and attempting to describe what I saw. I think I observe situations and animals or landscapes in poems sometimes, but not often actual people, because it definitely felt awkward. Still, I think I managed to keep the original feeling.
You can see the first version of this poem here.
black hole
the hole keeps digging itself deeper
but there seems to be nothing inside–
the earth has been removed–
is there even air?
there seems to be nothing inside–
no one remembers anything but absence–
is there even air?
no signs or explanation
no one remembers anything but absence,
solid in a way that can only be felt–
no signs or explanation–
we have given it no name
solid in a way that can only be felt,
it has taken everything–
we have given it no name
and yet we keep returning to it
it has taken everything,
trapped us in its invisible poison net–
and yet we keep returning to it
looking for nothing
trapped in its invisible poison net
deeper deeper the blackness grows–
finding nothing,
exposing more of what isn’t
deeper deeper the blackness grows–
the earth has been removed
exposing more of what isn’t–
our holes keeps digging themselves deeper
Anmol at dVerse has us thinking about blackness.
