"nimbuses" poems
The minutia of cotton fledglings, I play them over and over
In my head, the most enjoyable, a layer of dynasty added to
The mallard kingdom. And a rocking horse swims across
Each pond too, its head heaves and nags creating massive, huge,
Undulating circles around circles. One more coat of gesso and then
Even I, in my speckled red paint Commune jeans, and holy holy Protestant tee shirt, I can travel the world; maybe even brush up on my
Cuyp.
Whipping through the sedge-brook grass, busting out, shooting Through the other mucilaginous nimbuses rolling
Outward first, then fled upward into the beacons of the heavens-
Shouting, whistling, oozing albicant heraldic pillars and shields.
Twenty more colours to mix.
Together, the mallards and ewes and rocking horse, and I;
prancing, little dots, filing into order. Where nursing
Against the sunken pillows of grain, I enter each round of
This papyrus jungle. Neatly folding my hands around each
Milky white shade, rushing out into the aurulent sunglow. .
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 6:40 AM UTC
The Holy Nimbuses are just tarnished halos of fool’s gold!
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC
.....The brush rushes the paint, the
grudge
is ripe. Cultivate it or let it rust.
The paint stale, the painter frail.
Caved canvas like sails of a sailor.
Clash of nimbuses pales the skin
as thunder waltzes ashore the ocean,
ballets on the sea like swans
entwined dancing with the wind.
You'll love the voice of melody when
harmony sings.
Deep bliss drowns sins for
peace to glimpse the surface
Poets — coherent,
honest with even pens
and odd ends. Warm hearts
with cold hands.
The bane engaged with pain,
as faith fades and
blank pages mar sanity.
Life springs anew
From the well of thoughts flowing
Through the pen.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC
Sometimes I feel,
As if I’m lost.
Perhaps — I could,
Live under innocent white and blue skies,
Adoring pink fescues and red saccharum,
and
tangerine sunsets that
careen lavender and ivory,
aroma candied
arousing the birds, but rather
I am
Mending memories within the black nimbuses
within my cerebrum
Attempting to occlude unhappiness
But with the zephyr
The castle walls drop
The crows intrude, and ignorance floods
Now
I am drowning,
Grasping onto torched remnants of
A people that I once enjoyed,
Until their eyes were forced shut
from the stinging salts
and their words became
as venomous as mambas.
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 5:38 PM UTC
Grey nimbuses descend upon my mind
The perpetual downpour flooding the brain
I try to escape but I’m hard-pressed
****** right into the vortex of emotions.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 5:19 PM UTC
Trying to perceive the dissonance
I changed paths
Walked and treaded, went looking for the mendacious among the
Well read, there lay somnambulant desires
Was time and space, I could not face the present summer months seem longer
The billowing nimbuses turned into the peach clouds meant to be there
Sadness washes over your face like acid and acrid Pink Floyd
The painkillers just wash down your sink with the medication
The window of torture in the soul's window
Call it watching the smokescreen with scion meant watching
The sunrise
The same reminiscent pain comes to haunt you again
They're watching and praying
I hope you find your wealth in good luck, but good wealth in bad luck
But, you can't be rich and pretend to not talk about it
Go ahead then let's talk about it
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 1:43 PM UTC
should i inherit
the good days
and find myself
rolling on grassfields
teeth bared and barefoot,
i will think of you.
and should
i dance around
on barren land,
nimbuses by my ankles
and still river,
i will think of you.
my dear,
i’m afraid
i cannot fathom a day
that i dont.
i would not want to.
Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 9:36 AM UTC