"viridity" poems
something heretical in our sera
a peeking thing, half mischievous
and i, trying to see if you are my mirror if you
recognize the streak in me as your own something familiar smelling like the sweat beneath your arms the
glossy glint off your scleras the
trail of forest on your body
heretical
something wild in the the skin that slips beneath my hands like a
many-worn silk of some old god like a
selkie would feel about the centuries old earth and the
neverchanging of days, darkbrightdarkbrightdark
something freeing about the sting of winter air in my nostrils something
ripped away from my long exiles in the city something
replenished in the true empty fullness of a silent tundra a
dirt-covered snowbank a
grey iceflow on the water something
dissident and infidel about your soul and mine together something
potent in our marrow something
wild and
freeing and
dying
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 1:02 AM UTC
unblemished smiles wither swiftly
crisp smile creases line the cheeks
and adorn the eyes
as youth fades into age
and age fades into oblivion
then the rest is dust and ashes.
breath is ephemeral
transcendent, even.
viridity is fleeting
foliage browns even as we speak
and soon folds into a worn leather bag
along with baubles from days of yore.
but there is a moral to the story
that these trinkets tell
they remind those remaining
of what has passed
and what is sure to come again
reminding the new to memorialize the old
and savor each moments as it comes.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 1:24 PM UTC
Behold, an ethereal incarnate.
Soulful, astute, and delicate.
Her sight instills inspiration,
Her touch strokes with passion.
Callow, pure, and wholly innocent,
Inwards, she sprung, fully vehement.
With a handful of zealous volition,
And hopes to earn love and ambition.
Dazed by a benevolent trance,
She danced with pristine stance.
But, oh, so little did she know,
Tainted love pierced like an arrow.
Lo, gone were the days of viridity.
Past was learnt, hence gained clarity.
No brand of man, no spoil of deceit,
Can cull her stead like maize and meat.
She who dons an exuberant shield,
Whose mighty foes will surely yield.
Brandished crown of newfound glory,
Behold, a Queen—hear her story.
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 11:37 AM UTC
Pomegranate seeds
inhaled deeply
into brainy matter
sprouting intrepid visions.
Apathy...
Viridity...
Perfidity...
Profundity...
Possibilities surround
my awaiting gaze.
Weaving, dancing, enhancing;
pen falls from astonished grasp.
Inspiration so easily gained
assures revelation's similar loss.
Dammed drug cursed memory,
it fades with return to reality.
© S.Loeding
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC
Mirror, Mirror in the Heavens!
A demeanour equable to viridity,
The nascence of a lamb.
The supposed handsel from the welkin!
Mirror, Mirror in the Heavens!
A swaying of a quixotic mind,
The dance from the societal crwth;
The derogation of the lamb via gibes.
Mirror, Mirror in the Heavens!
A continual lampoon –
The spawn of a chapfallen eagle.
The brainchild of a timorous creature.
Mirror, Mirror in the Heavens!
A diagnosis of a bird in incommunicado with flight;
A late palpation, albeit.
The societal routine…
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 1:39 PM UTC
A deep, verdant green
shy stems and ivy cloaked in the penumbra of half-lidded eyes
Leaving even the daisies
Trembling in the shame of their own viridity
Aching for the sun's touch
I trace my own hand in the quiet night
To feel that again
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 12:01 AM UTC