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Featured Visual Poetry
Endless and Evergreen
Those moments of exploding brilliance, feeling like fire,
That golden age of childhood, of curiosity and wonder,
climbing to the top of the world, endless and evergreen.
forever searching for the sun and her luminous sheen.
Those lingering days of splendor, living the whimsical life,
Those blissful nights of grandeur, bands of gilded light,
future flourishing with potential, promise, and possibility.
forever gazing at the moon, in search of some lucidity.
Featured Written Poetry
Object
Heaven and earth collide
Abide irreparable harm
Alarms silence the clamor
Hammers bind the will
Quills ink the last
Pasts haunt their present
For the fiery crime, a godly gift
But beware the inherent malevolence
Concealed by beauty and shapely shift
Lies the sex intimate with Sorrow and Death
Within her vessel
Wrestle worldly tragedies
Comedies of kings conceited
Defeated by seduction
Compunction followed by guiltless assail
Hail, yet, for the ignorant male felled by innocent female
Many names are known of her
first as Pandora or Eve
And before the end of time
We shall know more to grieve
And so it goes as our burden to bear
As subjects of virtue, befitting and kept
Until we raise our voices and mightily swear
And with fervent disobedience…object.
Sabina's Spell
I inhale the spray of the salty sea
and watch as seagulls soar above me.
Clouds gather amid the din
as raindrops fall and kiss my skin.
We seek shelter amid ancient trees,
enfolded by leafy canopies.
I hide you from the gaze of time
and speak spells line by line:
For what magic there remains, let it not be constrained.
Guard us from omens of doom as sinister forces loom.
Protect us from the bow revealed by storm’s shadow
For what grace there is to spare, may it gather here.
The Poet Tree
Poet tree, you are majestic
with your canopy lush and green.
Your branches are supple and strong.
Your birdsong is soft and serene.
To what do we owe such honor
as the gift of your stoic company?
I’m both compelled by your fortitude
and humbled by your harmony.
I sit quietly at the base of your trunk
with the hope of gaining your wisdom.
I run my hand over your roots,
and delight in your ancient animism.
Enduring Questions
Of life's enduring questions,
those of Death plague my mind.
I wonder if he's wicked and grotesque,
or if he's tolerant and sublime?
Some say I shouldn't worry,
that my curiosity is an erstwhile trope,
and while Death for me is still remote,
I should be content to hope.
Until such time that we meet, however,
I'll likely continue to wonder
if our souls are an empyrean delight
or naught but a treasure to plunder.
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