#manuscript
the most beautiful roses are not red,
but palest of yellow with pink
streaks,
violets reside in a giant Etruscan urn
before our modest home, a
reminder to the modesty
and brilliance of color spotting in a sea
of immense waves of ski-ed blue and
verdant green, a visual, floral,
peak,
the violent virtual of the week,
wrecks a soft creamy despair across
the nation’s cheek, another slap at
the notion of our greatness residing
in our above all, unifying and
basic simplistic notions of kindness,
and the violets turn out insufficient
to gladden our hearts in a sea of
bleak,
and I turn my eyes to the great scapes
that surround my soul, absent
only snow capped mountains
but memory works, serves up,
what resides a mere thousand miles away,
so now my visual vistas completed,
and a tea of c a l m, aroma soothing,
massages my temple and rests my
blood pointy fingertip composers,
and I am somehow, someone who is
tweaked,
upon my heart in the real of solid
dark of fog and cloud that is my
true tempered reality, where I am
wrecked and wreaked,
a havoc of pain relief cream,
soothing, relieving the anguish
that rests within and periodically
calming, thus alive to survive,
and yet remind:
a-salve to inject,
to still,
and yet,
permit stll,
a streak of
shrieks
Jul 19, 2024
Jul 19, 2024 at 10:55 PM UTC
I liked it
I really did
you write beautifully
it reminded me of that book
but different of course
it was a bestseller because
do you know what I liked
when he came in and she and then he says
haha I had to laugh out loud
not because it was bad but because you once said
no of course, that it really happened doesn't matter and
what do you say
that I now put you down as a Sunday writer
if that's how you feel it's your problem
besides, I haven't read it yet.
Sep 5, 2022
Sep 5, 2022 at 3:54 AM UTC
*An amazing and rare piece of antiquity
Secrets of the Voynich manuscript
I find So Mysterious yet so captivating
A beautiful language not revealing
Uniquely expressive are the paintings
Somewhat exotic are the drawings
Leaves one with an astonished feeling
A castle grand under a starry light
beyond a dragon enjoying the night
And seven sisters soaking in a spring
As herbs and dainty flowers sing
Foliage green and blooms in blue
Stems standing tall, strong and true
Colors are vibrant bleeding through
Palms, and fronds and ferns, too
And inky blue with leaves of six
Roots partitioned into pieces and bits
Sunflowers and tiny red flowers
O' and a divine constellation shower
beauty imagined, beauty redefined
Oh this beauty I alone have found
amidst a poetic language unknown
penned with a quill by a poet of long ago*
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 10:50 PM UTC
hands write
and change
reveal yourself somehow to us
learnèd and interested
everything differs
yet minds
seldom betray one’s own soul
connected dissonant chords
reconnected silently
ink will
be eventually immortalized for all
exceptional neon hands
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 11:05 PM UTC