Aesthetica Poetica ~ Violet Moon Poetry: January 2023

Monday 30 January 2023

Ars Poetica 8

Hanging stained glass words... on the air, to chime

Fractals of truth... love’s locutions, shines eyes

Rainbows of shadows… layers picked apart;

metaphysics through... invisible art

Painting soothsayings... whilst sculpting new tongues,

in quick-metered feet... to syllabic drum

Mind’s medicine... heart’s rippled butterflies; emotional vortex… hidden starlight

Freedom, to let... imaginations roam,

somewhere less lonely… to safe solace homes

Musical waterfalls... cascading ease

Subtle, sounds of rain... dancing orbs in trees

Frequency splintering… refracted light

Memories, only souls know... credence writes

Fine thoughts need somewhere, to settle their wings

Hymnodies of intellect... blossoming

Insatiable wonder... her palette gleams

Quest for knowledge... gilt-vernacular gleaned Celestial, versed cosmos... she speaks to me

Signposts, star-hooks’ wisdom... eyes cannot see

Vital as breathing... fear I'd die, without

Her elixir heals… it soothes tangled doubts

She lessens stress... through kinaesthetic sleight

Bleeds pain, extinguishes... forever night

Through metaphors, speaks… all I wish to say

Soul’s creativity learns, serves... segues

In cocooned incantations… I am bound;

ride coaster thermals… surf time’s cadence

Behind every page, divine astrolabes...

lasso flighty thoughts... when my mind escapes

Whispers ancients’ beliefs... keeps psyche in sync

Melodies of mystics... life-blood’s rich ink

She to me… brave, metamorphosing friend

She’s hero in stealth… her rhymes, hearts transcend

Penned, strong will… indelible effulgence;

stone to ripple... Admiral’s elegance

Without fine-tuned thoughts... whirling’s vacuous;

not peaceful but mindful… words earn their cost

Emerging from chrysalis... taking flight;

ethereal spirit... breathes a fresh sigh

Pinned to paper... yet she soars open minds

Inspirational, conveys... life’s, stark plights

Once heard, uttered... forever tattooed lines

In times of tragedy... it's her we find

Marks joyous occasions... beauty beholds

Moments seized forever… will not grow old

Prayer, parable, story... allegory

Fabled myth, perception... biography

Nature’s eloquence… synesthesia scribed

Eternity’s calligraphy… starred, signs

Spirit’s essence... hypnotic, tribal call

Beating wings ricochet... xylophone tones

Aureate sunset... after dark days done

Deep, soul-felt sentiment... urges, hope stay

Pollinates hearts... enlightens mind’s array

Saturday 14 January 2023

Invisible Girl

Like a Marrog through the looking glass, stuck somewhere veiled between

Two worlds, the virtual and reality but neither see, hear, need or notice me

My essence long since dissipated as silvered ash upon the breeze

In debris’ cloak, I‘ve learned to hide myself, made of stanzas’ of fallen leaves

I'm in the corner, in the backdrop, in that seat behind the door

Not in the closet’s land or the attic as my feet don't touch the floor

I am spinning in a vortex, on a mercury cyclone’s downward decline

I'm a flightless bird on a hot tin roof, under threat from frayed power line

I am dead without a gravestone; my own reflection I don't recognise

I am a torn, tossed, tattered tissue, I’ve myself come to despise

I am the stutter in the ellipses; I am the saddened sigh in text’s empty space

I'm behind a pendulum of exclusion; now a mere clock where once was my face

I am choking on a taunting future that I know will not be done on earth

I am contemplating urns of earthenware or where to place me in the dirt

This is my reality, a clockwork helicopter-powered, fast-running clock

Or am I indeed in the virtual, where the clock hands long since stopped?

I whisper on the winds of wishes, plead and pray Time will pause, retreat

Although I know, he is a cruel dictator and stamped on my heart is already ‘DEFEAT’

The truth is, I'm now more Cheshire Cat than the Alice I once was

And I'm often only visible to those who, in my words, still look

When your words become the only thing that stands, you’re often overlooked

When your verses are the only part of you that beats with steady drum;

you find you douse yourself in metaphors and set passed similes alight

You use the stars as stepping stones, towards moonlight’s laddered light

So please think of me, the invisible girl, and you’ll help me manifest;

because I'm bleeding out into oblivion and I can't take much more of this

I'm turning into Pinocchio and yet I promise you

I've been good

I was once like you, a free real life-loving girl, but

now I turn to wood

So please see me in the screens' static forest or

in the shadows you step on

As for now, I'm bowed-headed and red-hooded

to the wolf, my life's become

But one day I will be your moonshine, the

sunlight's milk in your breakfast bowl

And I'll rage against the darkness with starlight's

blanket; Kintsugi shield, now gold

For the lonely and the damaged, through their

cracks, light radiates

They're the candle in terror's corners and fresh

air of untouched space

Mosaics arguably have more wisdom from hurt's

horrors' lessons learned

So by acknowledging our existence not only we,

but this broken world could mend.

Rose

Peeling back petalled layers of a marbled mind

What would they find in her cobwebs of time... spinning?

Splintering, her porcelain, chipped veins burst with stars

Once illumined luminary now seeps through cracks

Stacked debris; her Luddite axe, bludgeoned own will

Sanguine lipstick distracts from her black and blue mind

Her libertine cursed dream, still singing on repeat

Beneath, her gentle pastel powder hues of hope

We only see her, the painted, not the painter

No more than, soiled rancid rag, masterpiece mistook

Cut, squeezed, spread thinly on paint’s palette; butcher’s block

Her regrets and blood still imbrued upon their hands

Fragranced sacrifice sheds herself; flagellation

Fine creases, chain-mailed lattice, she fills with french blanc

Madonna’s poised pose, her armoured ashen facade

Thumbed and burned at edges, she's jaded, played last card

Elfin, her beauty and her wisdom’s willowed tears

Adorned in white rusting roses, her heart’s graveyard

Commemorating, decorating her soul’s graves

Each she diligently dug, for herself, by hand

Slowly, she's unfurling; overstretched rubber band

Barred gateways to soul, her emerald eyes; fly traps

Piece by piece, she’s stuck each mulched mosaic tile back

Hindsight’s sad, smile... buttonhole rose never again

Wednesday 11 January 2023

What has become of us... happened to me?
Showered you with kindness... true empathy
You weaponised my love; made dreams... nightmares
Slashed, stripped our trust's bedrock.. doused me in fear
Tried carrying your cross… demons you spore
They crucified me harshly.. to my core
Don't understand... what did I do to you?
Lonely? Wished me to suffer... just like you?
If that was plan; well done... you have your prize
For I near drowned in hellscape's dire demise
But mermaids' hearts, you see, they breathe... loves' light
I'll rise, outshine you... and your wretched plight!
My soul was born from galaxies beyond
Stardust stitched, moonlit scars... they'll make me strong!

#sonnet

Autumn's Reflections

It’s Autumn again, my favourite time of year, mystery... fun-filled fright

Green leaves, dutifully turn burnt-coloured hues... take flight, enthral, enrapture

Great bonfires ablaze, now celebrate... what once was poor Guy Fawkes plight

All Hallows Eve, where the dead grow near...

thin veil of death, it fractures

Where Trick-or-Treaters, take to the streets... and bright fireworks splash-paint dark nights

When bold trees disrobe, sky grows cold and Persephone... Hades captures

Autumn is when myth and magic reign... imaginations’ Fall captures

Pumpkin lanterns carved, homes adorned, scary costumes donned... mischievous fright

Lewd fiendish beasts, vampires, ghouls, ghosts... frequent trepid shadows of stark nights

Children search the sky, for witches in flight... through fear, they are enraptured

Their homes, by spirits, will they be invaded... throughout ages, time fractures

Easy to forget history’s regret... tragic Lancashire Witches’ plight

In 1605... through religious divide, Parliament was in plight

Lucky, was King James the second, Guy Fawkes was thwarted... finally captured

Failed plan to overthrow the monarch, Gun Powder Plot flawed... trust fractured

Fireworks delight, this special night, commemorates... once true, deadly fright

Ironically now, celebrate yearly festival... enraptured

In this day and age, at any age... we look forward to Bonfire Night

Autumn’s Samhain of ancient Celts... Harvest feast to dispel colder nights

Sacrificed animals for survival, to get through winter.. their plight

In ethereal mythologies, ancients were completely enraptured

From ceremonial Need-fires... torch light, each family would capture

Supernatural beings or dead souls killing livestock... was their fright

Portals, fairy mounds, shrouded Otherworlds... were opened, thresholds fractured

I love Autumnal eves, starred skies, open fires... watching flames fracture

Hot chocolate mugs, wooly socks and Welliebobs... drinking in the air’s cool night

Evening walks in leaf carpeted parks, dripped in moonlight... I feel no fright

With legend and lore, entertain, keep warm... to pass long evenings, my plight

Enjoy hotdogs, treacle toffee, parkin... childhood deliciously capture

Family huddled around fire... as children listen, with wide eyes, enraptured

Fall’s beauty... wondrous work of art, even when young, I was enraptured

Bushes and trees afire, through leafless branches... how light gently fractures

Nature’s deft pallet, makes for magnificent photographic captures

This time of year, sky’s azure more clear... obsidian velvet nights

Plants and trees lowly fall to their knees... in respect of Demeter’s plight

Nights’ temperatures chill, the wind wails fear, as Cerberus howls... what a fright

When flowers die, in draw longer nights... think of futile homeless plight

For while we’re warm, enraptured in our perfect photograph captures

They’re out there, their sanity fractured...

cold and alone... filled with fright

Released

First light's... dreary, crumpled, yawning
'neath rain clouds... elongated greys
Daylight fractured, spliced and lonely
Pane's diamond irrorate display

Gold fine cracks amongst pale pewter
Stone-faced, bone-bleak pallor sky
Apricity... finds no suitor
Where lulled iced zephyrs go to die

Mellifluous dawn's melody
Wrings out jejune, colourless tones
Imbued coffee-smudged deity
Resounds mute... as daybreak grows

Tired feet... they ache for grounding
In cold enriched soil's wetted earth
Serotonin's... Wistful seeking
Mother's elixir.…. precious dirt

Father's call. kind psithurism
Greets my soul, as by mist... embraced
Inert melee silt.…. nihilism
Sifted... day's optimism graced

Small cog in clockwork existence
In symbiosis, we're at peace
Nature... our hearts' concomitance
From self-perception.….. be released

November Poem

You, my Love, are a November poem

Blown in on an exhilarating breeze

My heart's eddy.… spiralling fire-hued leaves

Intoxicated…. you're my opium

Left aching, craving... needing... only you!

But where are you now.. has heart's season

changed?

Tribulation's thunderstorms.. our dreams drained?

Please tell me.. does our love now dissipate?

Was to dare love, hope... deluded, deranged?

Uttered words of "us"... now all that remains?

From fabric of stars... I'd spell out your name

In patchworked nebulas... my love proclaim!

A forever love... throughout time and space

'neath night's blanket, you'd never feel alone

My scribed constellation would keep you warm

For you are imbrued... deep within my bones

Your voice, soul's essence... makes hurt's pain atone

Please don't leave love out... to perish in cold!

When we could have peace... build very own home

Far from December's relentless... snowstorms

So if you want me, my Love... send words on wind

Quell cruel Winter's... creeping doubts of intent

Raise leaves, make Phoenix heart... cyclone again

Make our love's fate, at last breath... not repent

Before our life's clock hands... are all but spent!

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End of Year

Now upon the year, we look back

Long evenings reign... become pitch black

It's time again to make good cheer

Now we look back, upon the year

Finale... winter's bright jewel

New Year, Winter Solstice...grand Yule

Lit decked trees... Mistletoe, Holly

Winter's bright jewel... finale!

So celebrate, with loved ones... friends

Year's ups and downs... are at an end

Peace, kindness... to all demonstrate

So with friends, loved ones... celebrate!

We can't know, what next year will bring

So let’s raise roof... together sing!

In gratitude... let our love show

What next year will bring... we can't know!

Love’s Frequency

This life,

an origami poem…

has never felt so heavy

Its paper,

the weight of an archaic forest,

laden…

with celestial numbers;

spiralling…

in coded sequences

of renewal

Its roots

serpentine deeply,

burrow…

into my chest

Letting…

ethereal light in,

which

filters out

darkling’s duality;

as my body expels…

hot,

stale,

pressured air

A Shakuhachi’s

sweet relief,

weeps gently…

prays

for my soul’s

memories…

take to the sky,

like tiny butterflies

Their photographic wings

blister…

under an iridescent,

fish-scaled moon;

within the incessant

rippling…

Koi pool, of time

Bright paper lanterns

flicker…

with each

self-promise made

here and now;

I vow,

no more…

to be blocked

from the light of the sun

My aura…

no longer

will I allow

to be smothered

by others’ negativity;

as I now feel,

in my annual rings,

an intrinsic

strengthening…

by attentive ancestors

Strong bloodline’s rope

in the great

tug of war,

bound umbilical cords,

their love’s scaffold…

enabling me to stand tall,

once again!

No shadowed being

is indeed,

needed….

or necessary,

as I am whole!

Metamorphosing into

an infinite galaxy,

a universe

of unwavering love...

still ripe and ready

to unfold

A boundless,

fibonacci masterpiece,

designed only…

to be me!

Yes…

my outer

Kintsugi bark,

it maybe scarred

but my golden ratio’s sap,

has never flowed

so sweet

Birds and bees,

in symbiosis,

busily drink

from my breath of nectar

Drunk on sakura dreams

and ikigai’s

endless possibilities;

too much perhaps

for stagnant,

shallow

cupped hands…

but I

was never not enough!

Just beyond

their present vantage point…

of perception’s

possession’s

gilded cage

For my arms’ great canopy,

of empathy

will always

treasure and protect…

the ones that I love

I am

bold,

brave…

beautiful!

A never-ending well

of lucent love;

a hanami’s

ethereal fountainhead,

fed from the divine’s…

source of grace

Fleeting and ephemeral…

a haiku’s spiritual,

impermanent,

captured scene

Spun,

from twilight’s

fluid

tinctures;

a poetic

quantum metaphor…

of love’s frequency itself!

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Aesthetica Poetica ~ Violet Moon Poetry

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