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Vowels of Life’s Tapestry

A black and silent “A” I’ve found,

Velvet-clad, a swarm profound,
Around the cruel’s fetid ground,
In shadows steeped, it doth abound.

An “E” of mist and candid air,
Like tents and lances, proud and fair,
Through glaciers white, it seems to dare,
And shivers of parsley, light as prayer.

“I” in purples, crimson hue,
Bloody salivas, emotions true,
Lonely smiles, a tearful view,
In penitence or anger, too.

Oh, “U,” with waves of greenish hue,
Divine shudders, seas renew,
Pastoral peace and cattle’s coo,
On furrowed brows, alchemy’s cue.

“O,” a clarion call divine,
Strange stridencies, sounds entwine,
Worlds and Angels therein shine,
Violet ray, her Eyes align.

In humanities voice, these vowels weave,
A tapestry of beauty, life conceive,
a choice of words, like winds that grieve,
Unveiling truth, a heart’s reprieve.

:: 07.27.2023 ::

Poet’s Notes:

(This is the teacher’s note to explain this poem)

“Vowels of Life’s Tapestry” – An Analysis

In “Vowels of Life’s Tapestry,” the poet crafts a symphony of linguistic and sensory imagery, invoking the reader to traverse the woven intricacies of life and emotion through the prism of vowels. Each vowel becomes a brushstroke on the canvas of existence, an element of meaning that transcends its phonetic role to become an embodiment of experience. This poem carries an air of profound reflection and insight, a hallmark of a poet.

The opening lines, “A black and silent ‘A’ I’ve found, / Velvet-clad, a swarm profound,” immediately capture attention through the juxtaposition of imagery: the blackness and silence of the letter “A” is paired with the tactile and auditory sense of “velvet-clad” and “swarm.” This hints at the duality of life, where the seemingly silent and inert holds depth and complexity beneath the surface.

The imagery continues to evolve as the poet traverses through each vowel. The “E” is described as “mist and candid air,” evoking a sense of transparency and possibility. The mention of “glaciers white” and “shivers of parsley” conveys both strength and fragility, creating an atmosphere of audacious challenge.

“I” is portrayed with vivid emotions – “purples, crimson hue,” “bloody salivas,” and “lonely smiles” offer a vivid panorama of the human experience, ranging from passion to sorrow. The poet masterfully weaves the dichotomy of “penitence or anger,” underscoring the complexity of emotions that the vowel encapsulates.

The letter “U” is associated with “waves of greenish hue,” summoning visions of renewal and serenity. “Pastoral peace and cattle’s coo” reinforce a sense of idyllic harmony, but the mention of “furrowed brows” and “alchemy’s cue” hints at the alchemical nature of transformation and the deeper layers of existence.

The climactic vowel, “O,” is painted as a “clarion call divine,” eliciting an aura of sacred resonance. The interplay of “strange stridencies” and “Worlds and Angels therein shine” invokes a cosmic connection, as if the vowel itself is a portal to higher understanding. The image of “Violet ray, her Eyes align” merges the celestial and earthly, illuminating the connection between the macrocosm and microcosm.

As the poem concludes, the vowels are hailed as creators of “a tapestry of beauty.” The weaving of vowels, like winds that “grieve,” is reminiscent of both the fragility and resilience of existence. Their power to “unveil truth” and grant “a heart’s reprieve” reinforces their role as conduits of meaning and wisdom.

In conclusion, “Vowels of Life’s Tapestry” is a masterful composition that marries linguistic elements with profound insights. The imagery and associations tied to each vowel are laden with metaphorical significance, revealing layers of emotion, experience, and the interconnectedness of all things. Through this piece, the poet beckons readers to explore the profound meanings lurking within the seemingly mundane components of language, and in doing so, illuminate the profound truths that underpin human existence.


ADULTS ARE DEAD CHILDREN

Love my cry-tears from dark clouds
Hate might give hope in blue skies
but know
you are happy
you are happy
you are happy

when you give me love

And if you thought you were
a Queen inside my Head
there are novels I’ve read
that are Kings

You learn me
You learn me
You learn me

And dog-ear pages die
sipping tears of blood
from my aching heart
we learn more within tears

Waste are treasures
Waste are treasures
Waste are treasures

while we bow to life
while we shout outloud
while we weep like Christ

we're adults 
we're dead children
we're dead children

And some love then die.

:: 08.17.2023 ::


WHISPERS OF YOU: AN ODE TO LOVE AND LIME TREES

In the realm of tales, your heart does roam, as if it has transcended the confines of reality and embraced a world woven with threads of imagination. Beneath the soft glow of a dim lamplight, it finds a home, a sanctuary where emotions intertwine with the flickering shadows. The lamplight becomes a silent witness to the stories your heart silently narrates.

A maiden walks by, her presence like a delicate brushstroke on the canvas of your musings. Charming in her ways, she navigates the world with a grace that captures your attention. Yet, beneath her father’s stern collar’s gaze, there’s a sense of constraint, a reminder of the boundaries that surround her life.

To her discerning eyes, you might appear naive, your actions tinted with a hint of the absurd. Clad in ankle boots, she walks with an air of determination, a quiet confidence that sets her apart. She glances back at you, a fleeting connection that seems to acknowledge the notes of your melodies that hang in the air, wavering and uncertain.

Love takes hold of you, its grip tightening as the days stretch towards August’s warm embrace. The sonnets you pour onto paper become messengers of your affection, each line carrying the weight of your emotions and dreams. With every word, you manage to bring genuine smiles to her face, an accomplishment that fuels your poetic fervor.

As love blossoms, the world around you changes. Friends who once filled your days begin to fade into the periphery. You find yourself drifting away from the familiar scenes, no longer an active participant in the activities that once defined your days. Yet, amidst this transformation, a new chapter unfolds. She writes to you, bridging the distance that sometimes separates two souls.

On the eve of connection, cafes become your gathering places once again. Whether it’s the bitterness of beer or the refreshing tang of lemonade, you indulge in the simple pleasures that life offers. Seventeen is an age of transition, where seriousness and carefree spirits dance together, creating a unique blend of experiences. Lime trees form a verdant cascade along the promenade, a reminder of the vibrant hues that life paints against the canvas of youth. The symphony of green leaves rustling in the wind echoes the symphony of your heart, filled with the beats of anticipation and the promises of the unknown.

:: 08.07.2023 ::


OCEAN VOICES DEEP BLUE SPOKEN

Across the horizon, they surge and glide,
Guided by winds that beckon and appeal.
Their sails unfurl, an elegant pride,
Their journey resolute, with hearts of steel.

They chart a course where mysteries reside,
Amidst the waves that hide untold tales.
Each crest and trough, a story to confide,
As they voyage through the ocean’s trails.

Above, the sky unfurls its vast embrace,
Where seagulls soar on zephyrs’ tender wing.
Below, the ocean’s depths conceal their grace,
In the fathomless blue, where secrets cling.

And as the sun sets, painting hues of gold,
Their chariots sail into the twilight’s gleam.
The stars above, a blanket to enfold,
In dreams of copper and silver’s dream.

:: 08.04.2023 ::


TRANSCENDENTALLY

A vision of thee
consumed my spirit
as heaven’s dome
unveiled its azure grace
upon the delicate edge
of dawn’s radiant embrace
Twixt affection and existence!

Such profound affection I perceived!
A weight of lamentations
yearning, vowing!
And the radiant orb of day
burst forth in that vast expanse!

The innocent lamb proclaimed, “I am!”
Baa
Vaster than any gaze
is my pastoral land!
In a cascade of tears,
it seemed
I could but express
my fractured spirit
in your resonating cadence:
Hum, drone-murmur, twitter
melodiously pulsating soul,
nature reveals her voice
And mankind as well!
to this solemn declaration
I utter softly: ah-clearing my throat.
Engross me, resplendent enchantress!
The timid glance retreats!

:: 06.03.2023 ::


LITTLE KILL (that thing that kills)

In the realm of Poe’s eerie prose, there’s this decapitated hand making its way around.
Picture this: it’s floating above a city that looks like a giant chessboard, and it’s got some kind
of weird power over these glowing trees. Like, seriously intense fury that you can’t ignore.

It’s as if this hand used to be alive, and now it’s all confused, caught up in waves and snow,
and it’s collecting stuff with this amazing brilliance. And get this, it’s even cradling a child
in the jungle, in some mysterious diamond-shaped space. Crazy, right?

But wait, there’s more. People are loving reading about this hand’s adventures, and it’s like they’re
gathering stories from fires, transforming as they go. There’s this whole trippy vibe with delirious ferns
and lost goddesses dancing around, and their leader is this mystical song that’s just floating in the air.

This hand, or whatever it is, seems to have some kind of special power, almost like it’s holding a reserve of air.


It’s like a woman without arms, or a star with no roots—kind of mysterious and intriguing.

And get this, it’s also playing with the rain in a weirdly pleasurable way, creating this dawn with doors that
can actually move and inform people. Amongst all this, there are these winds made of clay, which are somehow related to tigers coming out to play. Wild stuff!

Then there’s this funky furniture that smells like bad luck, and it’s getting in on the action of some intense dreams, even biting the rain. And there’s talk of defending against cold dangers and snakes. Sounds like a pretty intense adventure!

And hold up, there’s this light show going on too. Spectral senses and quicksilver trees with buds popping out on furniture, leaving different footprints on the carpet. Shadows grazing like they’ve got some attitude, and volcanic-like eruptions adding to the chaos.

In the midst of all this craziness, there’s this intriguing whispering, like the stones have secrets to share. You gotta listen, man, ’cause it’s an enigmatic tale that Poe’s spirit is spinning with a ghostly touch.

:: 07.28.2023 ::


A BIRD WITHOUT A TREE

How does the heart fare when left alone,
Like a bird without a tree?

Days spent by the stream,
Observing swirling eddies and lily pads,
Twirling aimlessly,
Just as I am without you.

A bird without a tree,
Both of us yearning,
Imagining the bliss we could share.

Whispers of the wind
Utter the words I dare not speak,
Longing and melancholy,
Like a restless dream,
Beneath the earth, a seed takes root;
Someday, a tree will grow.

Two lovers nestled in a nest,
Knowing that life is love,
To be shared and cherished,
Both believing… love never perishes.

Casting aside the flesh, I soar,
Above the vast skies,
Even if it remains a fantasy,
As long as you are by my side,
Rebirth holds no less meaning,
For pain is the key to life.

::rev: 07.15.2023 ::


inthe.equisite

inthe.equisite; _ death of morning revelations bare >> ly i rode the chords of Life
among otherLittle roundtables SOUND: continues
slowly
the FRETS of my board burning arpeggios
and scales I devoured iNg.the
(green Elysian fields of after-last breathing
i kept. ) BOOM boom.
rivulet hips
eyes that eat ME — let me by your side
c loud-glass Moon is a sight we eat
healing cARVED smiles 🙂

perFUME skin-ed verbal mist-flowers
i EAT YOUR smiles and touch.

:: 05.25.2020 ::

Poet’s Notes:

I wrote the poem “inthe.equisite” as a poet wishing to press the walls — to make them move. I shall delve into its various elements to uncover its meaning and beauty. As a poet (yes, a poet), I am well-versed in the intricacies of language and the profound emotions it can convey. Let us embark on this poetic journey together!

Title: “inthe.equisite”

The title itself is intriguing, with its deliberate merging of words and the subtle play on letters. It hints at an exploration of something delicate, intricate, and perhaps even sublime. The fusion of “in” and “the” creates a sense of immersion, while “equisite” draws attention to an exquisite quality that awaits discovery.

Structure and Form:

Upon first glance, the poem appears to lack a traditional structure or form. It eschews conventional line breaks and punctuation, opting instead for a continuous string of words. This stylistic choice lends the poem a sense of fluidity and spontaneity, challenging the reader to engage with its free-flowing nature.

Themes and Imagery:

As a Ooet, I perceive multiple themes interwoven throughout the poem. The imagery employed is vivid and evocative, beckoning the reader to embrace a world of heightened senses and emotional depth.

Sensory Perception:

The poem entices the reader to engage with their senses. It paints a tapestry of sights, sounds, tastes, smells, and textures. Through carefully chosen words, it invites the reader to immerse themselves fully in the sensory experience, thereby evoking a heightened state of consciousness.

Nature and Transcendence:

Nature appears to be a recurring motif in the poem, symbolizing the connection between the human experience and the larger universe. The interplay of natural elements, such as wind, water, and celestial bodies, suggests a search for transcendence and a longing for something greater than oneself.

Emotional Intensity:

The poem is infused with a palpable emotional intensity. The use of fragmented words and phrases, coupled with the absence of traditional punctuation, creates a sense of urgency and raw emotion. It hints at a longing, a yearning, or even a profound sense of loss that resonates deep within the reader’s soul.

Conclusion:

“Inthe.equisite” is a poem that challenges traditional poetic conventions while embracing the power of language to evoke profound emotions and sensory experiences. Through its unique structure, vivid imagery, and emotional intensity, it invites the reader to embark on a personal journey of self-discovery and connection with the world around them. As a noble English poet, I commend the poet’s courage to push the boundaries of poetic expression and to invite readers to explore the exquisite within themselves.


LOVE’S LAUGHTER

She stood before me, dressed in sheer delicate fabric,
as the towering trees outside brushed their leaves
against windows, almost tauntingly close.

I sat in my armchair, hands clasped tightly, watching her every move
with a mix of awe and longing.

Seeing Emily Dickinson writing at her desk

Her petite feet, like works of art, trembled with pleasure on the floor.
As a stray beam of sunlight danced across her face, it illuminated her smile
and accentuated the curves of her body.

I leaned in and pressed my lips softly against her ankle, And she let out a soft,
musical giggle that filled the room.

Her laugh was like a symphony of sound,

And it made my heart skip a beat.

She said, “Phillip! Write!”

:: 02.28.2023 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS XV (Sonnet)

Sweet faith, come to me like a gentle breeze,
As darkness seeps, my soul seeks release.
My weather vane, once adorned with petals bright,
Now empty and forlorn, weeps in the night.

I stare above my fears, toward the sky,
And glimpse a golden glow that catches my eye.
It rises, kissing horizons with its embrace,
This is my faith, my dear, a saving grace.

Like a shower of blessings, my vane fills,
With the power of light, it gently thrills.
To feed my weathered soul, worn and tired,
Faith ignites a spark, in me, it’s fired.

With faith, I find solace in life’s cruel art,
It mends the broken pieces within my heart.
Like a symphony’s melody, sweet and pure,
Faith’s song envelops me, a divine cure.

Through trials and tribulations, it will guide,
With unwavering belief, I’ll walk beside.
The path unknown, my steps may falter,
But faith will lift me up, never to alter.

In the darkest night, faith becomes my light,
Illuminating my path, dispelling the fright.
It whispers courage, when I’m filled with doubt,
And in its embrace, I find strength throughout.

Oh, sweet faith, you’re a beacon of hope,
When life’s storms rage, you help me to cope.
Like a lighthouse standing tall in the storm,
Faith leads me to safety, keeps me warm.

A steadfast companion, through thick and thin,
Faith holds my hand, reminding me I’ll win.
In the face of adversity, I shall rise,
For faith’s unwavering belief never dies.

In the garden of life, faith’s the seed,
That blossoms into love, fulfilling our need.
Like a mighty oak, it stands tall and strong,
Guiding me forward, when things go wrong.

Faith is the gentle whisper in my ear,
When despair creeps in, filling me with fear.
It tells me to keep going, to never give up,
For with faith as my guide, I’ll reach the mountaintop.

Oh, faith, you’re the melody in my soul,
When I’m lost, you guide me back to my goal.
With your presence, I’m never truly alone,
For in faith’s embrace, I find a home.

Through life’s trials, faith becomes my shield,
Protecting me from wounds that never healed.
It guards my heart, keeping it safe and sound,
With faith by my side, I am always found.

With faith as my compass, I navigate,
Through the stormy seas, I never hesitate.
For I know, faith will lead me to the shore,
Where tranquility awaits, forevermore.

Oh, faith, you’re the anchor amidst the tide,
When the waves crash, you’re the strength inside.
You steady my heart, amidst life’s raging storm,
With faith’s unwavering presence, I transform.
Faith’s gentle touch brings comfort to my soul,
When sorrow takes its toll, and I feel less whole.
It wraps me in its arms, like a warm embrace,
With faith as my guide, I find my rightful place.

In the realm of possibilities, faith expands,
Opening doors, with hope it commands.
For where there’s faith, there’s endless potential,
To soar to new heights, beyond the conventional.

Oh, sweet faith, you’re the whisper of dreams,
When all seems lost, you ignite hope’s gleam.
You remind me of miracles, both big and small,
With faith, I believe, I can conquer it all.

Through faith’s lens, I see beauty unfold,
In the simplest moments, I witness stories untold.
It paints the world with colors so bright,
Filling my days with pure delight.

Faith is the melody that lifts my spirit high,
In its harmonious notes, my troubles die.
With each verse, it heals wounds deep within,
Restoring my faith in life, helping me begin.

Oh, faith, you’re the fire that fuels my soul,
Burning with passion, making me whole.
You ignite a spark, a flame deep inside,
With faith by my side, I fearlessly stride.

With faith as my guide, I conquer my fears,
For it strengthens my resolve, wipes away tears.
In faith’s gentle embrace, I find my worth,
Knowing I’m loved, even on this earthly turf.

Faith is the compass, pointing me true,
When the world’s distractions vie for my view.
It helps me stay focused on what truly matters,
Guiding me through life’s twists and tatters.

Oh, sweet faith, you’re the anchor of my being,
In your presence, my spirit finds its freeing.
You ground me in truth, love, and grace,
With faith as my guide, I find my rightful place.

Through faith, I see the beauty all around,
In every sunrise, every sight and sound.
It opens my eyes to life’s wonders untold,
With faith, I embrace a love that’s bold.

Sweet faith, you’re the key to my heart’s delight,
With you by my side, I’ll forever take flight.
In your embrace, I find strength and peace,
Oh, sweet faith, may your love never cease.

:: 07.10.2023 ::