"lucency" poems
The quieter he became ...
the more he could feel
only a single lit candle
moved the stillness ,
gripping the void between
lucency and obscure darkness
longing eyes slipped slowly closed
as the flicker faded ,
inner quietude dimming all light
the darker it got ...
the more vividly he could see
a nearly silent exhaled sigh
let the memories flood ;
leaning into the bereft
where there once was light ,
he became a timeless silence
without form
*only shaped by retracing
re-remembered words*
yearning to understand
some of the greater things life unfolds
experiencing the unknown
without fear ,
for to clinch and feel
that which seems indefinable
for here ,
in this formless
manifest dimension ,
all layers of essence
are peeled back
to the bared aurora
of a soul's spirit light ;
*at the core of inner stillness
nothing is impossible* ...
© H A Rivers all rights reserved
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 12:15 PM UTC
Nightfall
Beckoning, unhindered
Lucency
Bending, unbroken
Where the darkness starts
Here is the unseen
Grained out, eyelids closed
In conversations with traffic signs
The spine is quiet in the center
You can't be told it, you must behold it
Jun 12, 2023
Jun 12, 2023 at 3:34 PM UTC
You can try to make us less soft, less open, less fiery…
But you are the ones who are frozen -
The ones who won’t make the diary,
When everything you claim to be right is distorted and stolen…
You can’t stop us from flying towards the light
and glowing green and golden…
So best just leave us be… you’re the wanderers of this gallery and we’re the centrepiece…
Having travelled many galaxies to see you differently,
You still look at us with one colouring, through one sheen -
But it’s time to evolve or flee…
Our wings shield your swords and shine a light but only for those who want to see -
And those who want to see have wings like me,
And we hold each other carefully…
When our eyes meet - catching our dual infinity…
Our endless vision reminding us that within our dual lucency, we belong to many cosmic entities…
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 6:20 AM UTC
There were flowers
On the day she left him
Fanfare echoed
Against every corner of the room
There was silence
In a sea of sound
And for once
She felt unbound
She was free
And so was he
Two strangers
Side by side
There was silence
In a sea of sound
Minuscule we are
Yet grand we choose to be
To love with our hearts
Locked in cages
To keep it on a leash
The day we lose our lucency
For singularity
As free as Viper's ocean
Of mist and disbelief
A lighthouse breaks the silence
As loud as light can be
There were flowers
In the courtyard
There were flowers
In the breeze
There were flowers
Down the aisle the day
They swore to never leave
There were flowers
On the day one left
And none could be the same
Growing violently towards the sun
Always on the run
There were flowers on her deathbed
Petals washed back to the shore
Running back in bloom and gore
Like they'd never done before
There were flowers in his hand
On the day their love turned ten
Yet she never got to see them
And his words laid in the hang
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 3:08 AM UTC
Light on my eye.
sunlight's glinting rays exposing rainbows
rippling
shards of lucency impinge my visions cells
prismatic spears waypoints
to atomic levels of our universe
colours translate to frequencies percieved
the pervading energy a maze of tunnels scintillating ,
all is a thundering ubiquitous rumble, the voice of god? the thought distracts and manifests as it and gone.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 4:40 AM UTC