Sensation moving into itself
Whispers of a gaunt empire,
Fumes of some cyberpunk oracle.
floral print in carbon and silicon,
blood-orange light of noon eyes closed.
wearing the robe as it
sprouts from the loom.
Dust of the scent of departure,
Petals on the trail-shriveled youth.
the silken hood drawn back,
unseen lips purse:
serpentine majesty.
Promises made fervent by magma,
Dusk with its glacial decree.
mountain mycelium,
roots the rocks grow:
feeble infinities
of marrow.
Reverse progression
Inverted firmament
Taking the heft of footsteps;
Thought-body of sky, a heinous fiction.
the ground is an ocean of cloud
in the spark of a thought
in a deity's web of a heart.
Embossed utensil
Devouring aplomb of a diner,
Strokesmith in flavors of fire
And ash distilled from the coarse
Texture of temporality:
Signet of the sun.
the luminary
fabricated from verdant urge
to bring a lie to life,
to breathe life into lichen.
lichen into smoke into sky
into space-whispers of dust
and empires destined to die.
Poetry
Written by
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Fractals by
JanRobbe
@d-pend on 5/19/18
.1 — "Hex / Polynomial v3" [cropped]
2 — "Space and Particles 2" [monochromatized]
3 — "Holographic Interface"
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usually I am not into fractals that much but that last image is stunning ... will comment on the poem late when I find some brain cells ...
Highly rEsteemed!
Thank you @frankbacon!
I'm in love with your choice of words @d-pend, but I'm still battling to grasp the bone of contention in the poem.
@d-pend please help my post...
I must be honest saying that I always run out of words to read your poems, it is very beautiful work you do and you bring us daily this excellent work
Absolutely great one this is wonderful poem you have shared :)
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