#poetry #nature #dark #storm #miraquill
Overhead in a waltz of cumulonimbus,catacumbal sky shatters.A song of storms, windswept with fury,resonates where the population scatters.In petrichor perfumes, the waves turn dark.Northward, the thundersong wailsand branches are conducting the gales. Overhead in cyclonic currents,fractured firmament in tatters. Threads of celestial fireimpale the champaign.Maelstrom carves the countrysideentangled in black rain.
#poetry #nature #knight #haiku #miraquill
Sail across the plain,do skirmish with lofty foes;the windmills turning. Shelter from the rain:is it madness or my woesthat I'm adjourning? Through cascading grainwhere the bobal vineyard grows,autumn returning. Sail across the mane,do battle on old plateaux;the windmills turning.
#poetry #nature #festive #planets #miraquill
Observing the sun arc over the wheatilluminating each flaxen tendril,the eruption of emerald branchesyellows then reddens then dies.Cold gales wander the valleyas afterglow paints the skies. Lament for autumn as it withers in frostand day surrenders to the dark.Io, Saturnalia with your rings of celestial dustspiraling amid antimatter. Come the fires of festive chaos,we've candied gems to scatter.
#poetry #nature #summer #youth #miraquill
Beltane summerhouse of ivied pillarand rainbow streams of sun.Decorated with lilac and rose;eld verse softly spun. Columnated pavilion beside the waterbeneath the gown of a willow tree.Where blue specters gently swirlwith eyes of glimmering jewelry. Doused in a mosaic of moonlight shattered by cherry branches,Queen of twilight floats aloftweaving stars in astral dances.
#poetry #illness #age #sometimes #miraquill
Sometimes you feel like rainwhen you gently cascade upon meand in those fragile momentsI felt apart from myself.Time pours by the grainbut my glass is becoming clouded.Who's voice whirs from your room?Who is this so gracefully shrouded? Sometimes you feel like rainwhen gently cascading beside meand in those days of youthful reverie I felt a part of yourself.Space is growing smaller but your face is farther away. Sometimes you feel like rainwhen gliding through the twilightand in these fragments of memoryI see someone I once was. Sometimes you feel like rain as I yearn for days away from the pain. Sometimes you feel like rain.
#poetry #nature #thoughts #psychedelic #miraquill
In sun-blistered solitude, my imaginary villa,light slips from dunes of shattered gold.I've no vivid destination in this haze of consternation and my mind has no body to enfold. Over suburban oceans familiar to past lives,tangled in tempests bleeding with rain.I've no conscious comprehension in this wavering dimensionand my eyes have no imagery to attain. On silver clad mountains whet by ancient ice,there lay a million years of frozen blue.The mirage of all fades in a sunning pallas I am I and you are you.
#poetry #nature #summer #morning #miraquill
Birdsong cradled on whispers of air,darkness engulfed in aurora.Light pours across the emerald valeand cascades upon sleeping flora. Foxtails waver overlooking the shore,blush skies fade to blue.A caress of sea upon the sandas sky dons a novel hue. Dawn unveils dew swathed green,sunlight parts the white clad screen,branches clutch foggy plumes,as river splits the forest room. We're doused in summer rays,a shawl of lavender roseand as our eyes are filled with mornwe'll paint our reams with loving prose.
#poetry #anxiety #thoughts #fear #miraquill
Implosion of the mind, eyes dart coldly,illusory horrors are the walls that enfold me.Memories are null in the blur of regret,people move further away the closer they get. Thunder of my thoughts breedimages of nought but my fears becoming what I am.Is it a ruse or the cracking of the dam? Pacing in the hallway, shaking of my limbs,as time slowly passes, the light inside me dims Presto heartbeat overflowing with all my logic unknowing whatpredatory panic lurks nearby. Overcome with tears but I cannot cry. Maybe I'll exist forever in mental anguish,maybe I'll wake up tomorrow blind,maybe I'll drown myself in questions,maybe I won't.
#poetry #night #tea #sleep #miraquill
Sundrops glisten on the seain webs of opaline.Starfish bathe within the deep and crawl the submarine.The lulls of a distant mandolinfill the rosen aisleas a dreamer sips from their sacred chamomile.Canopy obscures the threads of evening lightand soon the sylvan shore will rest beneath the night.Pallid petals and goldenrod the moondial turns to summer. Lake-land mellow chamomile guides me to my slumber.
#poetry #nature #night #poet #miraquill
Collecting your words in a journalof seclusion, apocalypse, and plague.Some might see you as nocturnal;meandering between dusk and dawnor living where the sunlight fades. Keeper of memories,reaper of forsaken years,adrift in your sinking shipmaking maelstroms from your tears.Entangled in an endless abyss,roaming this labyrinth of crimson mist. Time scratches at your mind.Hidden between the stanzas,every trinket you could never find. Author of isolation,sculptor of living shadows,scribbling your lyrics of damnationmarching through the haunted gallows.Alas, the beldam remains at her wheel,no dream she weaves convinces you it's real.