"mutedly" poems
Oh the mutedly loud
The warmness and romance of the space;
Red velvet,
Dimmed lights,
Set tables,
Candlelight,
Waiters in tuxedos.
A mingling party.
Wine and cheese,
Contrast with compliment.
I feel as if to walk out the double doors to a sweet scented garden under the stars, with a stone path, sides outlined by glimmering candles.
A night to remember,
For I'm with loved ones
At a unique event.
Feb 26, 2011
Feb 26, 2011 at 1:55 PM UTC
The wind rises
in the courtyard
baring extraordinary
imaginings
faithful oscillations
of space time
evanescence of
life and death
always mutedly
move side to side
the wind rises
the whole range of experiences
of a flower-like butterfly
venturing through
the damp and dusty
it makes the bronze in the night
cry in its reply
a rustling sound woke me up
its the sycamore castle outside
that carries the burden of dawn
the tree is just like a book opened
birds, insects etc are inserted in the pages
i walk into the bones
to eavesdrop on the breath of this minute
to learn its calmness
and indifference
towards the coming and going
of multifarious clouds.
Mar 15, 2023
Mar 15, 2023 at 11:00 AM UTC
Some scrawl the names of people present and past
Some drench theirs in pearlescent candied nacre
Shapes and hues exact, stencilled down to the last
Pretty copies of individuality
There are those who have it forced upon the face
Growing into it, it feels more natural
To don that dress, to hit the gym and say grace
Becoming the things they are needed to be
The flawless surface ever in flux stirs and returns to slumber.
Still others, indecisive, searchful, hover
From pile to pile, over fractalised discards
Picking out their newest favourite cover
For their brittle blandness blushed by exposure
Mine has grown inwards, claws entrenched beneath skin
Reverse quicksand; raking scars old and fresh
Valour marks in the battle I cannot win
My silence percolates. Outside it accretes
It glows in flickers of luciferous fluoroscence, firefly flashes.
Hope is but another addiction to break
Yet this air hangs heavy, toxic to inhale
A frigid gut burn with every breath I take
Soulful tremor smothered in despair's cocoon.
Fingers roam my jaw. Phantom edges they seek
Futility dawns. It has long disappeared
As have the haunting echoes of devil-speak
I have swallowed it all as it consumed me
It changes, chameleon-like, dissolving pixels on a screen.
Is it me, or am I it? It matters not
Its pulse fills my veins with something close to life
Yet I musn't bleed - the fluid does not clot
It leaks slowly like a punctured memory
Inside nestles the tangle of cobwebbed dreams
Silken sojourns unwittingly petrified
Quavering mutedly to my stifled screams:
You cannot, you shall not, you must not come in!
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC
Devoured by the warm, doted kiss
of the lucent moon, offering bliss
I embraced her glow, sensing peace
as the night breeze howls, hauling mist
We shared the night together, side by side
the moon and I forever, with her I may reside
amidst the multitude of stars to guide
She shine brightly, begetting ocean tide
Yet every beauteaous thing has an ending
I thought, as we wait the sun to start beaming
The sunrise peek on the horizon, gleaming
and I part with serene, mutedly mourning
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 2:15 AM UTC
dampened gravel crunches underfoot as i approach the bank.
still, as the ashen valves in my heart, the glassy surface reflects my watery figure.
daringly, unhesitantly, i peer.
what i see would have forced a shaky breath to escape my throat and form a dispairing cloud in the icy air.
but now, what i see does not even allow a flinch.
for the pith of my bones was glowing through my raw skin;
and my eyes, once slate, had turned
an inky obsidian.
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 11:38 AM UTC