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there's no such 'Sossus Vlei'~ cul-de-sac.. in love's birding eternity
terracotta~burnt reddened
& wettened slopes.. in a peculiar
half-matte half'glisten mixture
of a mountainous (con)fusion
...glint in a muted~miraging
steady alpenglow wildfire
(do they infinitely pull~shrink unto the enervating valleys of
silken contractions … or they proffer in an expanse of an alternating
relapse… as if each laidback end of them is on the verge of an
unreturning collapse …)
this deep ochre lighted up
terrains of a heightening porous
thighlands...are in a boldening
illumine from a simmering
March’s a refined dusk’s
bloodfilled sun slants …
(….alongside lay their secretive curvaceous edges, sharply
fallen unto their own pitchblacks of an indecipherable darkness…
of its other side(s) as if they were the alreadyforetold & forwarded
destinies of the now naked peeling daring complexions … of those
incalculably wriggling silhouettes in an aggravating overlappance
& pace beyond thresholds.. settling in an enormity irony of a
no-lapidifying composure
.. a Buddha’s silence.. amidst the gathering thickety clouded Shiva’s
dreadlock …of a happening chaos ..in humidifying holds of seeded
wisdom … raining universe in icy whites & see through tiny mirroring
rudra droplets of revolutionary warrioring moldavites..)
moistening musty smell
are the advancing inner
a wildly drawing smooth
viscous clayey marshes…
craving all the infinite animalistic
musk of the known & unknown
universes.. brimming glandular
resinous liqueurs’ to the balling
up magical coagulant bezoars…
…all pooling in a naughty deltaic
splashing acoustical mishmash
& spilling all over in a whitening
crustaceous hard sedimentary
midland floor of permanence
in no outer drains… the salt
of what had become of me
in gritty devoted concentrations
of you… pure alluvial shores
yearn for a touch’s reverberations
of your holy ingrained chanting
name
(from Pasolini’s “Il nini muart” to Kafkaesque “Metamorphosis”
and such classical deathly greys in composition.. in (neo)realistic
to fictional existences... & suchmore extrapolations to a futuristic
or any dystopian nightmarish hells
.. are now in a ritualistic transcendence .. a heavenly coital dance
of the sculpted Konark deities to the scripted Kamasutra postures..
… in epically stylized grammatical rigours
..to the sacredly absolute blanks of namelessly versing liberative
Nothingness depictions… in our freeversing nudity bird~flights
ever~climaxing in skies of eternity..)
cryptic twilights in a smorgasbord
of orgasmic hitting hues … from
its inexplicable language of silence
& but its humming chorus tongue
endlessly lash out in a rendering
..a marrying sync to my each electric
breath.. builds in the lightning fast
wavy rippling pyramidal peaking dunes
furrowing unto a running mirage of
magical vanishing domino effect.. our
elusive birds of the inking blue
midnights yet again fly high in feathery
relayblooms to bitten~lipping switches..
in tightening clutches of our interface
that’s nowhere now.. in this serially
burning chaotic crisis fuelling up
the flaming cells to the core .. in
this undifferentiating dissolving
ecstasy of a fusion.. to our ONE
light(ness) in cosmic pervasion
(deathly dark background melancholies are the freely reeling in
brokenness medium reinforcing our basal souling energies forever…
& the cupping in birth~ rebirthing endless newness clones of this
praying substratum each time is in the destined predisposed coupling…
only with your calling pheromonal scents … sparking fusional sparklets
of tiny lamplit eternal fireflies … the ephemerality of blanking insipidities
or diverging deviations are doomed forever in the divine alchemy of our
manifestations each now..)
#ERULGCT #1
Published 30th Mar 2020
Author's Note
Allz Love & Love's All. You Know Rob.. as i flow the flow of soul's blabberations..
let it be.. the bird & fireflies of raining eternity it ever been & shall be .. Love You xx
*Written as a try to daily flow with uninhibited Love Poetry.. me & Rob, a RobUma fusion .. would put the hastag #ERULGCT with the number (Endless RobUma Love GloPoWriMo in the Corona Times) #1.. as one poetry per day , with no word/ style / any restrictions.. hopefully will keep up the writing daily:) Thanks to du for reading & Ofcourse Rob, for taking up the challenge <3 xx
**This is no way a competition to the ongoing NaPoWriMo by dear Ahavati. Jus Love. Whatmore. Love You all DU's. Take care & Stay safe these times. Prayers & Peace x:)
**pic: web ('Sossus Vlei' Namibian Desert means "Marshy Dead-End"
let it be.. the bird & fireflies of raining eternity it ever been & shall be .. Love You xx
*Written as a try to daily flow with uninhibited Love Poetry.. me & Rob, a RobUma fusion .. would put the hastag #ERULGCT with the number (Endless RobUma Love GloPoWriMo in the Corona Times) #1.. as one poetry per day , with no word/ style / any restrictions.. hopefully will keep up the writing daily:) Thanks to du for reading & Ofcourse Rob, for taking up the challenge <3 xx
**This is no way a competition to the ongoing NaPoWriMo by dear Ahavati. Jus Love. Whatmore. Love You all DU's. Take care & Stay safe these times. Prayers & Peace x:)
**pic: web ('Sossus Vlei' Namibian Desert means "Marshy Dead-End"
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30th Mar 2020 8:29pm
yep this is a love poem...the conversation within ones own and the others open eyed dark and light; the best laid tapestry.
the twirls, the paisley curlicue beautiful, stunning, inspiring as always.
the twirls, the paisley curlicue beautiful, stunning, inspiring as always.
1st Apr 2020 00:05am
& your adept poetic eyes capture any nuances & such curvaceously laid verses & so metaphorical scapes .. so at ease & elegance ..fields.. you are adored to ace ev, dear poet.gratitudes for what you always do x:)
Let me first say, this was incredibly erotic...
I have fallen happily down the bunny hole, and landed in a Georgia Okeefe painting ....of desert and feminine scents
Of your holy ingrained chanting name....
And of inking feathers tipping the sudden flights of little birds....
And I imagine the bluest midnight to be layered like this
And the vermilion dawn to paint itself on your 💙💚💛 landscape
Breathlessly
I have fallen happily down the bunny hole, and landed in a Georgia Okeefe painting ....of desert and feminine scents
Of your holy ingrained chanting name....
And of inking feathers tipping the sudden flights of little birds....
And I imagine the bluest midnight to be layered like this
And the vermilion dawn to paint itself on your 💙💚💛 landscape
Breathlessly
1st Apr 2020 00:10am
yeah perhap truest to the undeniable core. had i been scribbling erotic in themed veils of sensual/ love etc etc. lol you know Poetess. you know feel all ..in such immediate capture to its essence ... & such striking references & correlation to its artistic similarities. Love your bonding presence & stellar comments dear J xx:)
31st Mar 2020 2:36pm
Beautiful delivery as Always Uma!!!
As being a flow poem, this flows very nice
I find it neat how well the roll of words can come automatic
Tis ink of the pen!!!
Peace and Love-Stay safe Kidd-O
As being a flow poem, this flows very nice
I find it neat how well the roll of words can come automatic
Tis ink of the pen!!!
Peace and Love-Stay safe Kidd-O
1st Apr 2020 00:13am
Now, coming from you Master Poet my Soul Friend adored .. this is amazing & a blessing to have You here .. Kiddo stayz safe, take care Master;) x
1st Apr 2020 2:30am
Incredibly descriptive uma. I felt like I was there seeing/experiencing everything.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
Anonymous
1st Apr 2020 12:08pm
You seem familiar ;) I remain, lost in the tremulous arc of your poetry and beautiful soul. LOVE STRNGEWAYS ;) XX
