I Follow Her Dance
Half sapphire
half emerald
on a velvet
diamond carpet
levitating lantern
no hidden strings
motherly supportive
selflessly sings
nurturing rhythms
of optimisms
refracting waves
of silent aphorisms
passionate
brave dancer
has started
waiting not
for music
nor permission
leading an
enchanting
invitation
to behold her
naked truth
is a vision
Dramatic Celebration (#26)
[Here]
I am alive in a time where
empathic calibration and
telepathic collaboration, is the
dramatic celebration, of our
galactic population
Work of the sleeping; redundant, like snowflakes melting in the desert strip
Work of the dreamer; abundant,
like waterfalls forcing parched boulders split
[Here]
Is the loving plea and last words entrenched in the cresting wave I pray to be favourably observed
Be delicate, but not defenceless
Enjoy your senses, but not until senseless
Be gentle goosebumps, wear not a mask for it
And give all your temper each time they ask for it
Baring your teeth give a serious smile, rinse and repeat your most ferocious style
And [Here]
when they press you for pennies just to keep the world going
tell them,
'Dear Friend,
I'll pay you with a poem.'
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Word order by PDB.
Inspired by Prose.
(A short piece built with the titles of my last 12 articles, see below)