A Garland Cinquain unfold chakra petals you'll start to recognize where you've been & where you're going third eye insight a bridge between right and left hemispheres; heaven and earth; your life and death transform the night expands over people and the Divine a deep part of you awakens wisdom lower into higher spiritual currents… Continue reading Indigo, or: Ajna
A Garland Cinquain soft down over sunlight noble snowy owl soars white citrus cotton candy skies easeful glaciers in bleached silence glide through foamy white caps sportive belugas vocalize play tag chubby still harp seal pup blends into vast snowbank defenseless in mother's absence wide-eyed arctic hare races past watchful for predators white winter coat… Continue reading Soft down, or: Ermine
A Garland Cinquain ablaze gaseous fireball millions of degrees gigantic nuclear furnace brings life chirp, chirp streaks of feathers soar and catch the sunlight along with insects for their young alight lemons ripe, luscious fruit vivid citrine gems sway fleshy, mature, rich, flavorsome heavy tree hole busy beehive hexagonal pattern molten syrupy honey drips teeming… Continue reading Molten, or: Ablaze
A Garland Cinquain An ekphrastic poem loving tactile closeness complex social networks mothers and calves; pair-bonded males tight ties echoes a world of words piercing high frequencies sound waves cut through murky waters pictures vocal sweet exchanges love, pathos, joy, warnings collaborative, synchronized fishing coupling sex for pleasure mates belly–to–belly nuzzle, click, rub, pectoral pat… Continue reading Brilliant, or: Sparkling
My 2nd Garland Cinquain I'd float past the Kármán line, into outer space past the Milky Way's dark matter unseen vacuum without friction leaves stars and planets free to travel along their orbits fluid plasma low density between vast galaxies of hydrogen and helium glacial up there observing the visible universe through foam of spongy… Continue reading Baryonic, or: Dark matter
My 1st Garland Cinquain grass grows sways and rustles around the apple tree unripe fallen fruits lie about summer picnic blankets over fertile earth and pebbles families spend time together such fun laughter peals across lush gentle, rolling meadows children of all sizes cavort with joy bunnies bound playfully like dolphin calves over miles of… Continue reading Bunnies bound, or: Feather floats
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