"chromatically" poems
Laying as a foetus
Insensate
Transform with rigor
Punctuate in loss
Ballad of fate
As a marionette
Automata
Permuting ones ego
Rote in distraction
Panacea we chase
Venerable
Peculiar transition
Scrupulous mind
Chromatically alive
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 2:26 PM UTC
You told me my colors clashed
But I think them more to dash
and lash out
at passersby to sing and scream,
to shout
to sigh and shrug,
to let it all out
To breathe real deep and hold it there
my chest the spectrum swells to a tear
dulls, pallids, dry and opaque
to sing and scream, to shout,
to shake.
Violently to wake.
Violently vaporize voluptuously
from lustful lucidity lusciously
to chromatically color kaleidoscopically
and wake.
Silently shake and to...
Brilliantly Break.
Such a brilliant break, the day's.
To shatter smoothly in calm collision
through the dripping dew, the haze
Oh the grip of you, the taste
Such a fantastic fission
Illuminate
Such a drastic decision
in a dreamstate.
Such a calm collision.
You told me my colors clashed.
*Your eyes, my sinking shrine
A wishing well in Town Square
filled with hope and change over time
Long and Loving I would sweetly stare
copper glowin' fine
Your eyes, at the present, you forgot to mention
what new love with my coins did you buy?
Your eyes, at the present, you forgot to mention
was my wishing well shrine emptied in the night?
Your eyes, at the present, you forgot to mention
why void of shine, lined with lies?*
You told me my colors clashed
Your eyes, though sublime,
Maybe Mis-matched.
Sep 16, 2011
Sep 16, 2011 at 1:30 AM UTC
What a challenge to discern
between different shades of love,
bundled vessels
beneath the surgeon’s gaze.
Am I enamored, or simply
safe within the confines
of your presence? Electricity —
or a grounded, warm affection?
Why must I cut us open so?
What about our coexistence
befits a keen dissection?
I cannot paint us faithfully
on canvas, gauze, or paper;
I remain chromatically confused.
I pray you do not take
uncertainty for misdirection —
I’ve naught but
colorful abstraction
with which to leave
our hearts perfused.
Nov 9, 2022
Nov 9, 2022 at 9:45 AM UTC