"evanesced" poems
walking through the woods i was surrounded by a plethora of golden bronze amber leaves tumbling in the wind sparkling with a star fire that evanesced from their jagged edges upon their descent. i stood entranced, mesmerized, utterly hypnotized by their glorious magnificence. i observed with intensity as a golden bronze amber leaf never having been attached to the majestic tree had no need to let go but gently released. feeling no trepidation it wholly lacked desire for manipulation to control the forces of the wind. i watched in awe and wonder realizing that it never disengaged from the tree knowing that separation is an illusion; it simply became the wind. whirling it shimmered in the autumn sun as it wafted with no need for reins allowing its destination to unfold. gingerly cascading it settled tenderly on the ground resting comfortably in ambivalence. i sensed it did not cringe when it was picked up by an unsuspecting boot but intuitively knew immediately that it was being carried and dropped off serendipitously at an auspicious location. i listened to it intently and drank in its essence as it simply lay in being not obsessing over what would happen consequent but sat in sheer stillness seemingly encompassing all totality. i was stunned to see that it lingered without judgment in undivided clarity for what wild synchronicity would come. it quenched its thirst in mystery while being completely at home in uncertainty. the golden bronze amber leaf seemed one with all that is while simultaneously retaining awareness of self-perception. as a gentle gust of wind coalesced with the beige fall sky it literally merged with the momentum enjoying the ride to its perfect destination. with delicacy it rested cozily in ambiguity whispering to me that heaven is a state and not a place. i vow surrender to black and white existence pledging fearlessly to climb higher creating life with vivid vibrancy adding golden bronze amber to my palette of colors with which i’ll paint.
©2016 janetaylor
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 5:37 PM UTC
There was
none
to
listen
to her
Her words were like:
- A cry in the wilderness
that broke and shattered on woody trunks
- The howl of a lone wolf
that rose in the dead of the night
- The cry of an infant
that told the world, it was hungry
The cacophony of discordant orchestra
that left a jarring effect on the listeners
Her words sounded meaningless
To a world that spoke a different tongue
With no receptacle, her words like heated waters
Evanesced into vapor and billowed upward
Like coils of smoke to freeze into clouds
But one day it rained down,
Quite unexpected…….
With thunder and lightning!
-
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 6:17 AM UTC
Anchored at the berth
For centuries
attempting
to gracefully
Slip the mooring
A distant yesterday's whisper
Evanesced
now steadfast
As if bewitched by the galaxy
Unaware of the
contiguous
Land and liberation
Tauntingly so
rooted
Refusing to be liberated
Time and time
Unnoticed
invictus
again it slips from moon to sun
And time has stood still for so long
It has become
Interchangeable
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 3:27 PM UTC
She was his stars
He was her moon
Both lighting up the night.
He wished but never had hope
She had faith but lacked conviction
Neither one had been fully sincere.
He withdrew from the light
She was lost in the fog
The moon and stars gradually evanesced
Until only darkness remained.
Nov 7, 2022
Nov 7, 2022 at 4:44 AM UTC
A darkness, the gloaming,
Passes through the hill
Terminating summer
And the remainder of our laughter
Now I halt at the ****** of my tracks—
Awaiting, anticipating, yearning for the best
The best has passed!
Or perhaps was never intended
Not for now, not this fall,
Not ever, at least for me—
Should I accept that?
Or never lapse under the weight
The weight of autumn,
Jubilation evanesced
Apperception of edging expiry
The beginning of absolute rest
A failed romance,
Deteriorated to the end
And leaves you ruminating,
“What could have been…"
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 10:03 AM UTC
I fell in love with a poet,
a composer who sang his thoughts
I fear I hum the words he strums
Serenade, lullaby, his darling good night
His poetry heeds the universe and infinity
Forever is fairytale, forever there is hope
Surrealism is all he desires
Art is not perception, rather it touches the soul
Every inch of the poet is constellation,
not a speck of imperfection to my eyes
He knew what's in my heart
Synapse to synapse, untraced
The heartbeat chimes to the damsel who evanesced
Eternal, he churn and cling to her strings
Days, months, years
Endurance, indolence
I sit, I read, I decipher his thoughts
In hopefulness, someday,
the poet will devour me as his own.
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 3:09 AM UTC
As tears streamed down her face
She cried in agony
Her knees were scraped
And her clothes were tattered
Her once beautiful face
Is now bruised and scarred
Eyes are red and swollen
Her hair is tangled, covering her visage
Once she was an angel
But now her wings are broken
She carries a heavy memory of abuse
A no escape situation
She was blamed by the fiend
Who didn't even took time knowing her
Her name, destroyed and neglected
Good personality, evanesced
She was never sighted again
No one even missed her
Because of the devil
She was shattered into fragments
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 8:12 AM UTC
from beneath the steadiness of her convictions,
a minute quiver of doubt
gave rise to seismic realization.
a rather austere ordeal,
like the waning of a summer's moon,
from which springs fall.
sitting in the bulwark she'd built for herself,
she feels satisfaction as she absorbs the fumes,
her personal ritual complete.
the floor grew distant, and the walls began to melt.
a cascade of sparks danced across her neurons,
and chemicals saturated her brain.
her soul expanded; her mind widened.
her breathing became ragged, and her heart frantic.
moments passed by as hours.
thoughts blurred through her mind.
streams of consciousness streaked past.
the brainstorm flooded the streets.
her train of thought sped along,
and as suddenly as the insight came,
it dissipated into polychromatic smoke.
the numbness slowly drained from her fingers.
her thoughts became sluggish in comparison,
as the euphoric edge evanesced.
tears rose in her eyes as waves of nausea swept over her,
and pain erupted in her head, within which,
the sound of her uneven breathing reverberated endlessly.
after the agony had passed,
she returned to the outside world,
drowsy and disoriented.
the jaundiced stares of her former peers pierced her.
each word that she spoke, disregarded,
and every action judged.
she felt the weight of their censure,
but the heavier encumbrance was her basic need,
to fill each breath with her death sentence.
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 9:46 PM UTC
There was once a boy
A boy that resembled a toy.
A boy who wore oversized shoes,
Baggy pants and unusual spectacles.
A short stub,
That lazed clumsily around the room,
A boy whose appearance was hardly noticeable,
And presence engulfed.
The poor boy was constantly annoyed,
Teased and bothered.
Thrown around the room
Like the rag he seemed to be.
There seemed no escape,
From terrifying bullies,
That roamed around the school,
Waiting patiently to crush him.
The helpless boy waited,
For the Bully to take him,
Grab him by the shoulders,
And smother his dreams in pain.
One day, however, the boy waited.
He waited patiently
For the bullies to take command,
But they never did, they just walked past.
The lonely boy discovered,
That he pertained an unknown power,
One that left him nameless,
And devoid of appearance.
He knew he was not vitreous,
See-through or transparent.
But he could roam through a room,
Unnoticed, overlooked.
He could run through a clear field,
And go unperceived.
He was able to devour a thousand meals,
And never be blamed.
Such abilities brought wonderful joys,
And grand pleasures,
However such leisure brought
Terrible solitude in return.
The assurance of his safety warmed him,
Knowing he’d be free of harm.
But the gawky boy was lonely,
Devoid of company or charm.
He roamed the halls alone,
He sat absently in his desk.
And slowly his loneliness
Began to consume him.
He was overcome
by the colorlessness of his pale skin,
The crookedness of his misshapen brow.
He slowly fainted, into a mirrored glass.
The boy had become,
That he had always been;
Another shadow,
Another gust of wind.
His pale skin disintegrated.
The oversized shoes sank.
His spectacles shattered.
The smirk evanesced.
The boy became,
That which cannot be named.
A light breeze,
A faint whisper.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC
If these thoughts of you ceased to exist, my mind would be vacuous.
If i could no longer feel your presence, my soul would be vagrant.
If your love suddenly evanesced, my heart would be lifeless.
Nourish my mind.
Shelter my soul.
Rescue my heart.
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 9:12 PM UTC
The crescent on the horizon
set out in the night
Reddish brown orb
quite timid to materialize
Many, oblivious to its sight,
it evanesced away
from the welkin high
Saw I, him shyly walking off
with the dark
lonely as ever,
away from the stars
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 7:49 AM UTC
I was laying in a small corn field
As the sun evanesced over the small hill
The sky was filled up with iridescent lights
The resplendent lights were all hues purple and pink
They danced across the sky as gracefully as a ballerina
Then the crickets started chirping,
quietly at first but then they crescendoed into a beautiful chorus,
like thousands of violinists smoothly flying their bows over the soft strings
The lights slowly faded away
And the crickets silenced
The day was now done
And a new had begun
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 12:41 PM UTC
Nobody's honor
Should include brutality.
A heartbroken people
Fighting for a forgotten cause,
Shrieking children
Running from guns,
Running from fathers,
Defending themselves against the
Electrifying terror of
Torture.
Yet we hardly bat an eye at war,
Creating a vanishing sympathy for
Pain and destruction.
People hardly remember what it was like to be a
Human.
Just watch the news.
Just go to the movies.
War is now entertainment.
Destruction is now praised.
I hate war.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
The temple that we laid down
in our past is in ruins,
the goddess has evanesced,
I lay flowers at the feet
of our devotion,
I still pray, with silent hope
that you’ll come back
So we can rebuild
this religion,
that was
You and I.
Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 3:02 AM UTC
I remember on shattered ashes
And the frigidity of the musky noon
Rumbling gently on our scale-like frame
Whilst the lonely light evanesced in the dark alley
For the ***** of truth it proclaimed
Alike Elymas, bitter cecity we had stroked
No tinge of light could be sensed
To ken the changes of good and evil
Evil and evil sprouted
Resonating for all to embrace.
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 1:15 PM UTC
Bills piling shots firing I'm trying to find a way
Introverse with her whining carrying on now confounding
Uncomfortably I lay arrest the facts on should I stay
Consideration out the door confide my thoughts ample the roar
Patience, interests, attachments, evanesced
Love, desire, allegiance, suppressant
Quiescent our days spent questions asks nowhere to vent
While time progress the strongest may stick thus, what is done we forget is effects of Decay theorist
Faults will be blamed and blames will be fault
Obsessed with an solution that disinterested us with doubt
Moue and pout scrutinizing about ubiquitously we well figure this out
Grind, fail, comes with travail enough of both will prevail
for the time being mistakes are edit abate, the **** cusp, the tail,
CREDITS
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 4:10 PM UTC
Summers
of months that end in minutes
Songs
in minutes that end so fast
Youth
that has suddenly evanesced
Moments
of happiness never last.
Winters
drag time in cold slumber
Crisis
prevails for days on end
Seniority
feebly inches away
Past
seems eternally deranged.
Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 2:25 PM UTC
Looking around stood a single daffodil
Standing atop the hill
All alone with dry grass
Grass that was unable to grow
Trying to take poor flower down
Because the little daffodil was brave
Another one grew by his side
Until many then began to join
They all grew around the once lonely flower
Until they were a strong army
The sun blazed down
And held the army well
Then a chill filled the air
And all the leaves fell
Time passed and they stood strong
But with time, things change
The seasons passed and they all evanesced
The remnants of a strong army
The winter was long
And everything was silent
The icy particles lay over the dead flowers
Blanketing them in a dense blanket
Eventually the sun’s rays melted away the snow
Leaving a drowned field of almost gone flowers
The flowers attempted to come alive
But the ground was too wet
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 8:00 AM UTC
"even the most ironed door can be opened"
he said: "maybe I'm not the key you were looking for, but I'm the key you need"
behind plenty-ironed door
there's the carpet streched on floor
and the door itself it's locked
trodden by the savage cold.
but inside it is as cold
as the man forgot the hearth
and there's nobody too bold
to fulfill the chimney's glow.
on the walls I see your pictures
memories with your belonged
with their wings against our curse
fainted down, when the time have bonged.
from outside I see a ruin
a poor house ready to fall
and I hate that you're not doin'
and refuse your only call.
back inside, I see the carpet
outstretched down, being still trampled
by your once beloved and left
it is ****** without a hope
triggered by your burdened rope.
near the pictures stands the clock
counting down your priceless life
with your mind against your soul
so's the hollow 'gainst the whole.
why you keep your ironed door
locked up, fallen in knees
with your carpet
burdened on the floor
when the-entire house still seek
for your own evanesced keys?
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 1:25 PM UTC
*I find myself in the days which have thus evanesced,
How oft, well beneath the flux of the fiery beating orb,
With childlike leaps sprung by scurrying feet, I soar
To a paradoxical paradise long since to dust coalesced.
YET
The serpent that burdens with sleight ~ of ~ hand trickery,
Banished from Eden, tho barred not from creation, as Sin
Forged a home by me, but not within, naught within!
He slithers amongst thee, may God shield & deliver me!
. HE,
My God, is to whom I turn to in dreadful moments
Like these: times that seem lost in the miasma of Hell;
And Life has dealt another wild card to me, I fell
For the bluff and chose poorly before my atonements.
WALKS
Seem to help, when I feel quite down in the mouth,
For I have fallen from Grace-or so I have felt- at
Times when Sin in me seemed to rule my past,
And prayers seemed naught to help in my bouts.
WITH
Me, I once carried my burdens more than my bible
Because my faith faltered from time to time, living
For the moment seemed more convenient, giving
Naught a thought but in hindsight to soul survival.
ME,
I make mistakes which does not make me fake,
Perfection is not what He expects in this, The
Grand Test, which does not make me bad or godly
But rather on a quest to beat this mess I did make.*
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 6:38 AM UTC
Sombre footpaths dewed with vapours
of fear condensed I walked, petrified I
would lose command, my mind, my reason,
my reflection tormented by
a malfunctioning intellect never ceasing
to ponder. Myriads of thoughts I thought
would lead me to insanity until, forebodings
swiftly evanesced under beams before me,
incandescent light radiated by the closest
star, leaving me alone, in ecstasy
of a fearless journey within the immensity
encompassing, voluntarily surrendering
control only trusting, my gut in tune
with the natural volition of The All.
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 5:06 AM UTC
cold grimy fingers rasping on the coffin of life
I scream but whispers escape
clawing my way down, down
yet all i find is more despair
I rant, desperate for a way out
but find only a knife or rope
All hope is evanesced
and i find only a void of terror
The only light love or link to sanity
snatched away by the devil himself
And her name erased from my lips
and her heart ripped from my chest
My only friend in my time of need
turns his back he does not heed
and so I give in I turn I die
not to speak, to move to live.
with my only brother
with my only chance
with my only love
with my only friend
i say goodbye
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 8:05 AM UTC