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some three listed blabberations.. from the sacred hushes of tonight's gardens
1.
shape of hope~
their coxcomby hoisting inflorescence
in a slightly bent atop.. so humbling..
this eternal Amaranthus.. hangs
gently~ freely in a suspensional
silence... a music swinging within..
..their many pillared minarets~ become
tidal 🌊 wavelets of endless joining motions..
stands nearby
an encircling divinity of lotusy ponds.. their
waxing leafy matte~ message of Buddha's
detachment rolls on in the deciphering.. as
One language.. from their drifting discrete
sphericular bits of pearlsce alphabets..
2.
~that smallish round yellowbulb
pure nostalgic. this dimly lit yellowbulb.. of
a distant home of low ceilings.. & that of that
rustic thatched glowy lanterning silhouettey hut..
drenchingly sprinkled allover
in their each thready interwoven strawy nerves
...as tip~ tip drumming bold... drippy drizzly
midnight (t)rains.. a series of pure love 💧
in ourney..
3.
~their cordates & ovates of changing
coloration
even the worshipped Peepul too goes
through this cycle inevitable... fluoresces
deathmetallic- in bronzing grace
of a seasoned senescence..
& infectiously enough... those
hardened veinous & ruffly~ rustling
chirpy Guavas too.. bear the splatteringly
mottled red smallpoxy zincings..
of the enigmatic times.. in a painly shrivel?
Published 8th Dec 2020
Author's Note
#ERULGCT 112 Rob xx
Also #NoPoo/ 071220/ 23:27:23
pic: web
Also #NoPoo/ 071220/ 23:27:23
pic: web
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Anonymous
8th Dec 2020 10:19pm
Nature is most definitely a language in the glow of your pen. Effortless and ephemeral. First sight of snow today in a sleet storm. They predicting a bleak midwinter for our small island. All adds up, but my heart remains warm. Love me xx
Spellbound! I must go around spun,
sell one bell of buds, then burn
what's done on the bed, turn,
bend, send, then do again.
If it weren't for them,
the haw, I would
not hem.
sell one bell of buds, then burn
what's done on the bed, turn,
bend, send, then do again.
If it weren't for them,
the haw, I would
not hem.
9th Dec 2020 12:41pm
Your words are the colours of the leaves in autumn.
Lovely write, uma.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
Lovely write, uma.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
