DU Official NaPoWriMo Challenge

#26

~the (un)imagining



amidst the sumptuous
feeding in impending glooms..
trying hard.. to swim against
these blackly enshrouding
opacity clouds.. choking
in noxiousnes..


how foolishly dare-devilish
to act against a devil itself ..

(or is it the destined divinity..)

this mere pure a defying act
of    i m a g i n i n g .. yes


(literally reads as if an ‘unageing’)


a rebellion.. a religion

this

imagining..


in the imagining..  


the rainy droplets
of a mirroring you
over my matte skins
of a duskiness..


still, trying & pulling this self hard..
from a heavy settling in death
that’s voraciously eating me up


still am imagining..


splashing liquescence… over
my acute shrinking skins
& brusquely dulling senses..  
to a wetting renewal ..from your
divine dewy triggers , the
impulses.. you evoke..


still in the imagining..


yet trying hard
to be creating or better be said
a recreating.. the rising responses
of a hormonal to neural to whatever
sparking mix of dimensional bursts ..

in a bloom of the sensualising Mimosas..
those touch-me-nots dancing naked


to the serially causative
an infectiously sweeping sudden
wave of goose-pimply shyness..
abrading hard to be in a gigantic
vacuuming zing of a swallowing
inner pull.. wholly taking you in


as holy butterflying
a majestic lightness of an eternity..  
you flutter inner my craving vessels
of an undated hardening, from
so long an untouched.. to
be in the benumbed
fasting.. or dying?..

now

breaking out their silences
in your sacred spelled name..


the fuelling mantra


...intoxicatingly sounds
in such unheard accents
of a lubricated huskiness


of a trumpeting purple musical
flower, this Datura metel screams
aloud dripping its blood of milkiness
as the unabashedly offered essence..


to the Cosmic Serpent, the Naga
of our intertwining divine cobras  


in a divine arousal.. an

enlightenment

condensing the venoms
of our safeguarding.. as
the blood red ruby jewel
in a die-hard conception
of a solidly eternal


a lighted   l o v e



[& now you know..

still (NOT) in the imagining..

when glows flows this love
as an elevated calling ease
of a miraculous poetic flexing ..

in a free-falling align..  

an enigmatic fluidic~ plasmic
in the flowing~ twinkling

oceanic starry cosmos

truthful infinity..

youme]




*unique words: 225

25/30

Attached

For me it’s the mystery
The intertwining of dream and fantasy
Those parts that are out of my control
Weaving a surreal story
That is both engaging
and mystifying

It’s the elation of lucid dreams
Fueling the mind
Stoking the fire
With intense curiosity and energy
Between scenes and scenarios
Where the possibilities are endless
Through doors and portals
Where us mortals are left
Aching
Wondering and wanting more


52 Unique Words
69 Total

25/30

A Mated Pair of Cardinals Perch and Sing

We know the way the wind will whistle,
Love. No need to worry, fear, or fret.
For we will climb upon its back and soar above
the deepest valleys and across the sea.

We’ll fly so far that no one knows
our faces, past, or futures that may
come along. We’ll start brand new,
with just us two. The Graces
favor lovers, bold and brave and strong.

Those dreams we dream of you and me
and we, will be. We’ll be the very best
of us. The wind will be our guide,
though can’t foresee where next we touch
the ground or place
our trust.

But all you need to know
is in this phrase:
I’ll fly with you right through
the end of days.

25/30

The Finish Line

I’ve made friends and foes alike
Shared love and secrets in between
Climbed the heights of wedded bliss
And scoured the valley at once alone
I’ve lived a full life under the stars
Played safe within the moon’s glow
I’ve basked in the warmth of the sun
Made a bed of daisies and soft moss
All to profess my undying love
For every thing made alive in it

25/30

Before we live, before we die

I

Just a single cell, a star
that fell

Ink black wishing well

Libations
of

Vibrations

II

Cave crafted hand – Hand
drafted, and

A bison iced into time: Frozen
Slow motion
Freeze
O To believe, to believe

You were chosen

III

Avatars of the consciousness of stars
Where wind unwinds
in

Signs.  Intertwined
into

The times.  

IV

Footprints
scattered about, peering
out of clearings
of

Dune grass.  Present

To

Past

V

Minds eye I spy:

Traveling unraveling orbs
across

Tides of insects eyes.  Like
nothing

Ever really dies.

VI

How this life flashes before our eyes
Before we
live

Before we die
Rolling
poetic
dice (Shake em up shake em)

Fire unto ice.  

Nice

VII

Inventions
breaking with conventions

Airplanes
falling
apart
in

Skies.  Reassembled
by

Artist’s eyes

VIII

Vision as decision
To be
or

Not to be

On

A mission.  Decision as vision

IX

Upon the canvas: At last
Somewhere-where
Our

Ancestor’s

As

Stars – Shined
into

Afars

X

How far we are
sometimes
it

Seems.  Never-ever
give
up

On:  Your dreams

XI

And remember.  You too

Must

Die

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25/30

NaPo 2025 Day 25

An hour and thirty
before my possible last dirty X.
Surely, I can crush something out
in no time, but about what?
Pick a moment today
say a few lines.

Hungry, so I am fixing to make
myself some eggs and bacon.
Have a Coke Zero to drink.
I think I overcooked the egg.
Shaking an arm and a leg
to placate this hunger.

[Unique Words 53]

25/30

TO WHO KNOWS WHERE

I am with you
In ways you can’t imagine
Like a color never seen
That is what my words will mean
So take me in but do not read me
Because letters are just paper deep
A small amount of microns
Tries to take a giant leap
Now listen close
This is my purpose
To dig deep beneath the surface
Let me sing into your mind
Who knows what we both may find

25/30

If Ever

If ever one should find the key that unlocks the gateway to my spirit fierce and untamed
My soul will be friesian galloping forth from the stalls that kept me in the depths of my own despair
And many long to ride her
But until that day, her life remains in there
If ever I see a day that the sun outshines the lonesome gray polluting the sky
My lungs will breathe the air of liberty, for the first time
If ever I choose to stay with you
To be hands to hold, and hands to pray
Love me, yes
Love me
But leave my heart to roam
For I won’t be saddled, anymore.

26/30

STRANGE DAY

The edifice crumbles in a mumble of dissent
as the cat sits on the window-sill straight after
I’ve only just fed her well
while a stray black cat lies on our back door mat
with three kittens born last night - one white, one black, one grey -
and yesterday had lunch with a keen flat-earther
and in the evening resigned from the men’s group
after fourteen years together
and I am making hand-weaving looms again
after a seventeen year hiatus
and I am blowing everything up
— the world has gone mad —
eight sculptures lie half-finished in my workshop
and I’m looking for a meaningful change
but the edifice of composure crumbles in a louder mumble
as heaven grumbles dissent at my use of Free Will
without a focus moving towards anything sold as enlightenment.
The world is an illusory Maya matrix
and I am no good at this game.

26/30

Cloaked Penumbra

It was often true that I had trouble sleeping
in my youth, closing my eyes meant
monsters already present
or entering my room, my dreams
I unwillingly have to entertain

The dark, I’ve never truly been afraid of
there’s a kind of beauty within
absence of nearly all light
today it’s almost as if I can see in the dark
so have I overcome the darkness
of the night?  Maybe.

Maybe not as I still have trouble sleeping
but not because I’m afraid
to lower my eyelids.

26/30

Play, Children Play

Child’s play, so pure and free
I yearn to feel that freedom

Their beauty of innocence calls to me
I can’t help help but answer with glee

The tableau fades quickly as a mist
Trying to grasp the evaporating image

So goes my heart in the loss of hope
This endless game of starting again

Only to end up in the same spot
From where I started

54 uw