Hocus Pocus an Ekphrastic
Abra ca dabra sayeth she
Bewitching wench
A brunette witch
As I wish so mote it be.
Into the fire I seek thee.
The fathomless crystal ball,
My fierce gaze, mythical.
Lithe as a supine serpent I,
My waving body twist, into
Knots to tie,
The intended charm, to
Plot the harm.
To cast my sorceress spirit,
And seek yours, right to
The gates of hell.
Ball of fuming fabulous fire,
Upon the force of my imperious
Command, become a ravenous
Rotating gyre, fly free from my palm,
Paradisiacal provident sphere.
Prodigal expelled to find chosen one,
The designated sun of brightest brilliance brings,
Freedom's celestial lordly being,
In this frosty space to enthrone the king
Make believe mythical fantastic skies
spellbinding sinister sight, pyromania, of
Byzantine nights of might.
Reign, revolve in grace of light,
Turn and burn, and return again
In ageless gyre, defy, defy the pull
And push of gravitational pyres...
To attractions, repulsions be thou resistant,
Beacon siring eternity.
This focused beam of my powerful throw
Druidic Celtic chant in mythic poetic flow,
Coiled hand in vicious clawing throes,
Coitus of cosmic countdown show.
Now I set thy tempest free,
Universal chaos in motion be
Rip consciousness, shredded
In wild photonic spree, as by the spell I chant,
I cast out thee!
Candlelight vigil past time's speeding arrow
Released into firmaments of sunset's morrow
Sunder armaments of temporalities float
The battlements of Time and space toss
Fulminating glow!
Impermanent Eternity
Permanence is in itself transient
Because every beginning presupposes
An implied ending
Every ending conceives
A new beginning
And the Big Bang
That started it all,
Was the moment
Nothing became
Something,
Permanently.
And if it was God
Divine genesis,
No big bang at all
His Word made flesh, then,
It is his Silence
That intrigues me.
What were his thoughts?
In the silent void
Without words?
If
Successively bigger bangs
Create bigger universes
The river of chronons
Looping endlessly,
Wondering if
THIS,
Wonderful symmetry
Of space time
Should veer off,
Wandering into asymmetry...
If Matter should happen,
Should the mind
Cease to matter?
For the dense congealed
Singularity
That expansion become
Space time
Did it create mind
Or did
Mind create it?
The tells glare from the
Gaps in between the tale,
The silence of an
Indomitable universe
Ruthless, fecund, self-contained
Oceanic egg.
Your Dominance of My World
Your green gilled breath
Your chiselled health
Your eyes your voice
Teardrops and crystal
Your heart so raw
Your hands so soft
Your throat
My feathered stalk
Your romping walk
You are tenderness
You are genderless
Your Onyx naivete
Innocence radiates.
Your mind so hard
Diamond razor sharp
Bright as bone
Through broken flesh
Oh my flower, you are
Yet to come, to fruition.
How fierce my fears
My tears, my reveries
prayers,
That you may find
Long lasting roots.
Your virgin stem
Your mobile face
Your trusting grin
Your emotions
Contained in
A wanton need to spill
A calling to heal
May positives seal
May you make
The real deals.
Broken in storms
Yesterday's warmth
Maybe your alms
Your inner Psalms.
My child no more
My boy no more
But you will always be
My son, my morning star
Young man in the making
The risen sun of my
Mortal hours.
Always a good write Amrita
ReplyDeleteThank you so much my friend.
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