"cynefin" poems
I am wild, my akushla,
a solivigant.
But you are a cynefin.
Your kalon conceives resfeber in me.
Beasts rumble within like brontide,
they chant of redamancy, my trouvaille.
The dragoman drew me to you
Speaking of yugen
the susurruss mountains
they cured my atelphobia
Submontane caves
where our lights baltered among the selcouth crystals
Reminding me of basorexic spoondrift
breaking the moonglades you adore,
my fellow parallian.
Perhaps it was boyish werifesteria
or maybe I was selenotropic
to fall in love with a gentle boobook
ever so finifugal when we speak
But I feel filipendulous when abendrot bows for advesperacit
You sometimes consider it sphalolaliah,
my words, going ever on and on,
But I’ll learn your lagom, if you give me time
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 8:53 PM UTC
Her breath is the lavish humidity
She sings with the symphonies of crickets
Her tears are delicate rainfalls, washing the silence
Her breathing is the wind that shivers the palm trees
She calls out to you
Wraps you in Her arms
Cleanses you,
Heals you
She is serene
She is abundant
She is warmth
She is Love
Mother Bali, watch over me always
Deliver me Home
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 9:20 PM UTC
From a place very familiar
A place of birth
Now older it's not the heritage that haunts
It's the strange but familiar haunters that visit to me
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 9:02 AM UTC