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~MoonRising
dusky traffic lights
had almost doubled up
the pillared tree trunks
with their riddled up
moving shadows …
(only to be in
rushing coincidence
over themselves
& then but only to be
ghostly sliding away othersidely
in those cursively acute
slanted divergences
running into the darking
nothingness)
asbestos clouds in the thickening
had eroded & eaten up the sun for long…
& its tangibly silken natural sunsets of
a much romanticized anticipation
are forcibly in the lobotomized realms
of a smothering destructiveness....
there's somehow
the radical plumulating shoot out
... of a painted golden moonrise
struggling out of them… with its gripping
radicle~ reflectance...a beaming pournami
bridal face in a fullmooning freeform
emergence...
...an awakening
is this rising, amidst whatever
(be those pack of
dys~community foxy howlings
in an overlappance to a serially
taking over long(ingly) non-stop
broadcasted relay race.. to
those alarmingly sparking
short~ circuitousflashlightnings...
with their tactical attacking drizzly
sprays of patchy emboldens in
darkened mergence... unto
the grow(l)ing ecliptic continental
droplets.. as if the drawing apocalypse…
by those ominous calling high.. those
casting silhouettey & batting sprawly
wide~ wingspanning owlish birds..
flappy steady speeding towards
their deadly nocturnal
hunting grounds…)
Published 3rd Aug 2020
Author's Note
#66 #ERULGCT .a lil scribble of an ode to the fullmoon tonight, the pournami bride of Love blooms gracious in the awakening amidst whatever the adversely worsening fields.. as she battles in all struggles... in~ of~for the Truth of Love..Love is All..you know Robonoid.Love You & Du xx
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4th Aug 2020 00:08am
lobotomized realms
of a smothering destructiveness
How I have missed your art uma...just amazing...Bravo!
Cheers...Harry
of a smothering destructiveness
How I have missed your art uma...just amazing...Bravo!
Cheers...Harry
4th Aug 2020 1:18pm
Wow, that final stanza was remarkably anchoring to the entire slides show of wondrous imagery, Uma.
their deadly nocturnal
hunting grounds…
Sheesh. . .and night has arrived. Only you could see so much spirituality rising through the ether of moon rise.
their deadly nocturnal
hunting grounds…
Sheesh. . .and night has arrived. Only you could see so much spirituality rising through the ether of moon rise.
4th Aug 2020 6:30pm
5th Aug 2020 7:24pm
It is striking and rare when, as you first begin to read a poem, mind open and quite like eyes before a stage or screen, and the first few details do, in fact, coalesce into a vivid image. The sliding shadows of the trees comes to life before the mind's eye vividly. Describing the clouds as asbestos adroitly establishes that sense of suffocation you go on to describe. You set the stage for the most glorious moonrise, which you describe in captivating detail. The close has such a natural energy about it, as if the scene lowers to the world beneath that energizing moon and all that strives and struggles beneath it, emboldened by that lunar light, in all our cyclic savageries. Gorgeous to contemplate, feel it's Spirit flowing through me.
