Steven Fortune ...would like to acknowledge inspiration for my line about trees screaming in aching agony...from the footnote in your poem about chasms of blood...(Edward Munch)
Kinesis
Finest network wispy lace crotchet
Dead leaves in rigor mortis
frozen before Fall
Accumulations
Gatherings
Of rain drops in cloudy skies
bursting the seams of stasis
Skins of voluptuous clouds
Challenging
limens of containment
The instant before
Kinesis
I watch walking around the leaf strewn overgrown park...
I.....
Drowned, forgotten in soporific stupor.
Wonderland
Forgotten lusty unkempt with overgrown thriving bushes.
Life uncultured unsculpted unsullied
Rich biogenic cultures.
This is where I would choose
Intimacy
Life
My lover.
For a moment's daze
The wide ocean rolling back
For a moment's gaze.
Walk on....the wild side.....
My head tilted back to survey my own patch of heaven...
But eyes entrapped. ..
In a scene of silent love.
Nature's Being intimate.
Black and white bare branches
Of neighboring trees entwine
What a wistful embrace
Of passion against faded dusky skies. .
Like loyal lovers and age old mates
Planted in the same bed
Of woe and wonder
Aah! to never be apart
Or asunder
To greet the same skies. ..
With quivering leaves
What a prayer of union
When Gold transmutes to rust then bleeds to blue-black
Scabs of safekeeping.
That same passionate askance
Day in and out....
Blissful couples embedded
Eternally...singing sweet novena
Against doubt.
A mighty night shades us in her carnal canopy
I can hear the secret whispers of urgency in the breeze
What deliverance
What lies ahead
What stores are granted....
And every tree in the night skies
Reaches out overhead
To sigh
Such unheard dreams
Screaming an aching agony
A brooding silent
Conspiracy...
Hankering for a password. ..
Reset please.....
Whosoever You Might Be
Who Reserves our Release...
They have formed an inticate overhead roof of fairyland crystal foliage
Charmed my senses into a swooning kiss
Life is love
Making itself
Into
Dynamics of motion
Standing rooted in one place.
Such a solace of grace....
Against the wavering blacks and blues of deeper mythic sky
What ancient Gods
What potent spells
What binding laws govern
Beyond this blindness
This momentous nonsense
Mystic album of photos
Kaleidoscopic memories juggling syncing breaking...
Braking...
Mindless photosynthesis
Day in day out
Murky epochal elegy
Of energy transformations
We call Life?
Beds of chemical compost....
For future pools of gestative generation?
Awareness eternal. ...
In for a short seasonal swing?
A fashionable duration?
So much
For these few moments
Of
Luminous
Kinesis
blinkering
The
Before
And
The After...
In Heathen fears of hideous darkness
Sure retribution
While soft
Sweet and silent
Dreams
Beg futile
Mercy
for all our pagan
transgressions.
Yes so much...
And no more...
Light luminous
Life ...libretto
Unashamed
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014
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