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A Peaceful Night

The moon, near but distant, full and brooding.

 

The mysterious glow of light that rests upon the surface of a lake,

 

Casting shadows on the water.

 

Shapes.

 

Tones of colour.

 

The whisper of a breeze, the rustle of hedges.

 

The moon hides behind a cloud.

 

All is still.

 

The observer walks away.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I often compare creative writing to painting, and I particularly like to paint with words. 

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Dying Waterfall

Folder: 
The Art Of Sight

Dying waterfall

 

It's body broken

 

Spine-snapped

 

Upon toothy grin

 

A stony mouthful

 

Raven dark

 

And sharp as scythes.

 

Ripped and torn

 

Rippled with shiver shorn.

 

Clear as an evening sky

 

Tasty as a moonlit night

 

Suspiciously summer tounged

 

With six thousand summer suns.

 

Sung deep within

 

A throaty tune

 

Time endowed.

 

The trees dip their hands

 

Wind shooken fingers

 

The ringlets

 

The droplets

 

Crystal

 

Of pricless worth

 

Then rushing along

 

The dying waterfall

 

Of ageless birth

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Dehydrated

Forty-six days ago

I was stuck in that desert,

Not a drop to my name

Or thoughts of the sane,

More of the same, the less I refrained.

Time

    []

stacked

    []

fast,

    []

 it’s too much voodoo to do

Today and tomorrow

So very sad the doctor isn’t in,

his hex always backfires

Yet again

Catching a case of the diminished.

 

A cactus.

 

Replenished-------------------------------------Collision,

Incoming imagination,

Hearty laughter from hallucinations,

Vibrations,

         From the barren earth below,

                & Somehow I know

Today it is Not happening

For I begged the mirage too far.

To give, three weeks to seek

                The tempting creek

                Hiding and weaving through the city of Men,

                Their holy pig pen,

I confess, I prefer a watercress mess

                                Than to be blessed

 with banishment into this land of hexagons.

Built up, delayed,

Whatever you call it,

I’m here for a good while.

 

A time in fumes, to plume, smoke,

From leather lungs,

In a heat so dry

A fun long gone.

Rhythms to see

Aromas to hear

Nothing to say,

For this tiring mind-grind

Keeps relaxation at bay,

And I pray, to find those dreaming-steaming waters.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I repeatedly find myself lost and stranded in a desert without water. Oh well, I learn a thing or two each time ~ Carmello Yello

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Washed Away

Folder: 
Favorites

 

Mistakes of the past,
Created by misfortune,
And misjudgment,
Today are washed away.

 

Powerful strikes,
Break the layers,
Cut us down to size,
Restore us to new.

 

Water droplets,
Fall gently, then firm,
Spontaneously reminding,
Not to be predictable.

 

Welcome to the storm,
Nature’s forgiveness,
Apology,
Ending,
Fresh start.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

In honor of our January thunderstorm today.

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Absolute Heaven

Folder: 
Simple Thoughts

"Again, 

again, it's been so long, 

yet the feeling still runs 

deep inside. 

 

As though not a second 

separated this and the last, 

my heart racing 

my fingers fluttering. 

 

To spin a tale, 

weave a rhyme, 

picking up a rhythm 

lost to time. 

 

The reason? 

Inconsequential, 

or unimportant, 

rather. 

 

It's been so long, 

it seems, 

but currently at ease 

letting flow out 

 

what some call the soul, 

others call just words, 

or poetry. 

The goal 

 

in the end is to spark a flame, 

light up a mind 

with imagery. 

Personified, 

 

the thousand miles 

traveled, 

just to have another light 

come into my life. 

 

Again, 

the slow boil of the machine 

turning over to toil 

and burn and smoke 

 

and chug along the engine 

of mine, 

the mind 

that writes. 

 

Taking corners too fast, 

imagery still spinning 

left and right, 

picking up speed 

 

and becoming a runaway, 

such mass and inertia 

turning energy 

into nothing less than unstoppable. 

 

To write again, 

to sing, or dance, 

to do what you have done 

because it is who you are, 

 

it's every fiber of your body, 

every sliver of your soul... 

is intoxicating, 

gratifying. 

 

It's heaven, 

absolute heaven. 

 

When you're below the beloved Ocean 

of Life, 

it's waves and currents 

holding you underneath. 

 

That moment you see the surface, 

the ballet above 

of the light dancing 

and beckoning you up for air. 

 

That moment you swim up, 

the sun becoming brighter as you draw closer, 

the cold water becoming clear,

you're so near, 

 

the warmth of the top 

felt through, 

but you're not quite there yet. 

Swim! 

 

Swim harder, 

reach for the surface, 

because that exact moment 

you burst through, 

 

inhaling that open, 

sweet, succulent air 

of inspiration... 

filling lungs, body, 

 

mind and soul... 

it is 

absolute heaven; 

to be inspired again. Gorgeous."

Author's Notes/Comments: 

It is great to write again. To be taken serious again.

I Will Give You Water

Water will surely fall from the sky,

it's the bus route of weather,

Stopping at sunshine,

Getting of on a cloudy day,

Taking the transfer to a spring shower,

But why is it so certain that the plants will accept the sky's offering?

Isn't their delicacy of slightest concern?

Hasn't the plant ever questioned the hp balance of the water?

Or the cloud's proximity to a nuclear plant?

How have they continued on thriving?

Indiscriminately welcoming whatever the ground gives them.

Think of my love as water,

Yes,

It may have collected a few toxins here or there,

But it started from a stream that would only flow for you,

If you can never see past the warning labels,

On the bottles of "what if's?"

How then,

Will our flowers grow?

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I plan on adding to this soon

** i did not

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Elements

Often I feel like fire,
With a soul overrun by desire
The flames, orange and red,
Destroy everything in their tread.

Then again I become air,

Although the silence is more than I can bare,
But, it sends away every little thing
And nothing can resist it's blowing.

So, maybe I'm more like the ground
Trustworthy and full of sound.
Though hard and cold are not me,
I feel as close as a flower to a bee.

Alas, like water I am liquid
Everything transpires as I am limpid,
But, because all flows away
I never know what really should stay.

What I am I do not know
But, I sure hope it does show
That I am giving it my all
To be everything in total.

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Scorpio

Within my majestic eyes, there's a sea of darkness

 

Shrouded with mystery, a solitary ocean

 

Rippling waves of intense emotions.

 

Soft as a blanket yet sharp as blades.

 

Pursuing passions, through dominance and dynamicity.

 

These eyes, ablaze with burning intensity

 

Passion, romance and intimacy with of hint of jealousy.

 

Tread on my tail lightly, never feed me lies,

 

Your facades that are transparent to me

 

Because I'll peel back layer upon layer of you

 

Because my personality presents itself in various shades,

 

True colours aren't hard to release from their cage and I'll see right through

 

I'm a beautiful ocean of secrets

 

The representation of a water sign

 

But only those who can handle me,

 

Can swim exclusively.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem for all the Scorpios out there :) written by a Scorpio, describing how she is herself.

পানি

পানি মানবদেহের মত ধ্বংস হয় না,


পানি গাছের মত মরে না,


পানি আকাশের মতই চির নতুন,


পানি আছে বলেই এত সুফলা এই মায়ার ভুবন।


 

যদি এমন হত,


একটি নির্দিষ্ট সময় পরে পানি মারা যেত!


যদি জীর্ণ দেয়াল গুড়োর মত পড়ত খসে আকাশ!


যদি বইতে বইতে অবশ্রান্ত হত বাতাস!


 

 পানির কথা বলতে গেলে,

 

প্রকৃতি মায়ের অন্যান্য মূল্যবান রত্নের কথা আসে চলে,


আসবেই বা না কেন?


আমরা যারা পৃথিবীর বাসিন্দা, আমরা সবাই আশীর্বাদপুষ্ট যেন!


 

পানির অপর নাম জীবন,


যদি তা বিশুদ্ধ হয় তখন,


পৃথিবীর তিন ভাগ জুড়ে বসবাস যার,


সম্ভব কি বেঁচে থাকা বন্ধুত্ব ছাড়া তার?    


 

কি অসাধারণ শিল্পী এ জগতের স্রষ্টা!


কি অপূর্ব, কি নিখুঁত কারুকার্যময়তা!


কি অদ্ভুত নিয়মের মধ্যে বাধা এ জগত সংসার!

 

কি অলৌকিকতার আশ্চর্য সমাহার!

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