Dusk to Dawn…

amethyst skies at crepuscular hour are reflected on sapphire waters, as epistles of poetic calligraphy resonating with versatile hues, when the topaz sun is gobbled as mandarin morsel and periwinkle heights pantomime a giant chrysoberyl, of oxymoron shades soon blending into an obsidian night. the opal moon ailing with insomnia pours over ivory, printed volumes, …

If Love Could Paint the Sky

if love finger-painted her versatilities on the azure canvas bland familiarities of noon sky would be colored in its spectral moods, twilights and dawns not just transient graffitis expressed on skies' complacence. rainbows would laugh in abstract shapes on cornflower heavens, revealing myriad sentiments braided in love, like lyrics of a romantic strain splattered in …

Sky is a Kaleidoscope…

peppermint sighs of a sheepish winter sun hastily munching away icicles in morn, while shivering in caramel kisses of sugared snowflakes, are frosted over organza skies in soft cerise and mauve syllables, as cherry blossoms and wisterias in fragrant bloom. the bipolar moods of monsoon tempests are scrolled in mascara swirls on the infinite blue~ …

Poetry Breathes in Night’s Womb…

moonlight is white wine scattering expletives of intoxication in bipolar moods of night, teetotaler stars frown indignation as earth loses itself in soporific slumber lulled by mesmerizing lunar radiance. poetry breathes stardust into dejections of dying comet, whispered metaphors sneak through gaps underneath doors which moonlight creeps in through diluting maps of fluorescence etched in …

Reminiscences of Beaver Moon…

filigree silver of snowflakes covers landscapes in a quilt of radiance, underneath hide embryos hibernating and dreaming of honeydew spring. a freckled face peers down in intrigue~ an opal studded amid shimmering constellations, drinking in tranquility with its champagne gaze. bathed in the pouring vermouth of moonbeams, shadows sketch apparitions with moonlight, in silence echoing …