Saturday, August 11, 2012

Seashells on Sabbatical




Rose scented memories linger
each strand of prose dangling
in balance

Daggers of unripe nectarine
permeate the pungency of
rhyme

Elemental miscues discovered on the eve
of validation

Abandoned moments materialize from the
thinnest of tinny air

The fragrance lives all about us everywhere

Time stalled the paralytic sentinel
from claiming the blissful cornet

Respites appear in slues of kindling’s blaze
ever forthcoming is Niacin’s flush to pasted skin

Blossoming it’s spreading tentacles, inching
from molecular balance to zygotic repeal

Always offering that which it never had to give
promising a loveliness not it’s own

Albeit ruse, decidedly fantasies of gullible deceit
are the temporality of such proportions, that

The incoming bursts of cyanide, were welcomed
and invited in, through windows cracked, allotting for floral appeal

Additional Lines:

Plausible dialectics wriggle amongst the unfit boards
pragmatically devising the instruments aromatization

Lessening the distance between forgettable paradigms
and hoaxes built in the guising of mass conceal

If not for the parabolas of suffocation, the seashells on sabbatical, would never have separated, from its inherent tide and squall 

3 comments:

  1. another poem with a strong impressionistic brush.. love that you start it with scents...great imagery as well... interesting touch with the additional lines as well...gives the whole poem an experimental touch as well..

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  2. nice...i really like your use of language in this...in the original, i like Always offering that which it never had to give
    promising a loveliness not it’s own...that woke me up a bit...

    and in the additional lines....

    If not for the parabolas of suffocation, the seashells on sabbatical, would never have separated, from its inherent tide and squall

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  3. Some fun rhyme once more in there at your see and interesting take on the seashells indeed, using the sea as a backdrop for the greater mystery or maybe misery whatever one's life tends to be at the moment I suppose.

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