On the Edge of the Falls, New Poetry, Digital Art and Photography, Descending, Poetry Revisited

in #photography2 years ago

On the Edge

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through bleary iris
along the reservoir's edge
the fabric is dissolved

heliotrope and indigo
fade to nimbus periwinkle
mute to lacklustre
argentine

the damask unravels

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skirt the periphery
hot tears cascade
without end

wisteria helixes
clematis climbs


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down into the abyss
far, far down below
silver and gems fold

nebula ignite

sort spectral chaos
smelt the molten globular
precipitate the planetary


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time and attraction
alloy experience

kindle
wonder and awe

filigree in flames

creation
welded and danubed
deep under the edge
of the falls

desire and want are quenched


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Descending


upon an undulating apex
shrouded in greying cumulus
I observe, celebrate, and weep

below

what
has
come

is laid out
a menagerie
of all things
imaginable

sand and glass
rock and soil
silt and mud

take measure and sort
I take measure and sort


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clumsily-moulded
clay feet descend
upon once bright-ideas
reverse-engineering
to rust and brass

go quick            look up
before the rungs            somewhere
dissolve            there is a light


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my footsteps brand creation
shimmering, shining, glinting
dulled, decayed, and dim
faded to black

take measure and sort
I take measure and sort

I observe, celebrate, and weep



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Words and Images are my own.

On the Edge of the Falls was first published today.

Descending is published in Monsters, Avatars, and Angels and available in paperback or digital through amazon and your local libraries and bookstores.

Click on any title below to further explore and support my writing.


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Great, I like both poems.

On the Edge came to me as a series of sci-fi and fantasy book titles. Sorry for a poor association :)

While Descending strangely resonates with a book I finished reading yesterday - La Tempête des échos by Danielle Dabos. Your work came first :)

@tipu curate

Thank you so much, Ervin. Yes I can see the associations. I love to mix the scientific with the esoteric as I try to make sense of this reality.

Love so much that it resonated with you:)

Oof, I feel like I have faded to nimbus periwinkle today....lol j/k! I loved both of your poems but especially the first one, as I read it I felt like I was slowly cascading into oblivion only to have my consciousness phoenix back into the present. Your written word brain rides are always a blast Pryde:)

Love it ... love that I took you where I went. Yes, the Phoenix always rise again:)

I have a couple poems that might need some revisiting:)

Hope your day is going soaringly:)

You are really getting some sweet close ups, Pryde. May I say well done.

Thanks Paul. I got a new editing software. I think that helps:)

wow, nice photography.

Thank you:)