"iolite" poems
iodine
iolite
i can see starlight
you let me go to
where you can't see me, too
catch night
big flight
long island
alright
and so i'm getting lost
in the brew,
so i'm getting lost
what is new?
open up to discord
feeling bored
nothing for me to do
except what i have to
so i cry and turn and toss
become one with the moss
iodine and fire
i'm not the loss or the "pire"
you once let me go
and i had run so-so
in a cycle of black
no turning back
i've seen the unseen
the unwanted to be seen
the unkeen
and you left me
behind to see the
mind of what was black.
sombre de quelqu'un l'esprit.
what am i to you?
i keep getting lost in the brew.
Feb 13, 2021
Feb 13, 2021 at 8:21 PM UTC
I have wrung these hands and passionately wept,
In the visual hunger of prose, verse and quote
Devoured and coveted to bloom in sun star light,
A thousand deaths claimed in wanton splendour
Passion has long conjured my mind in cosmic province,
ascending, descending, I am wet and dry
I mourn, O’ I mourn for her beauty in the why?
Hidden long in twilight where dragons whisper
I shimmer in piteous shudders on lines beautiful to me
My eyes brimming dancing with emotions,
lost in flow, crystal the ink seeps it's transparent glow
Blooming in prose, tight the bud on the tip of the pearl
My eye is turning 360 degrees, watching, swirling
O’ such youthful sadness, exotic bearing ripe these fruits ,
ravenous, alive and in deaths other light
Claimed in the center, the lotus drifting conscious,
a flower bidden to bleed with light ── deliciously seeping
──blooming ink in a poets Iolite light
© ASPAR (A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens) 200418
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 12:25 PM UTC