A NINEFOLD OF ETHEREES
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Journey through the ascending syllables of nine visionary voices, whose etherees climb from whisper to crescendo, revealing and reveling in poetry's perfect, geometric ascent.
"when we were swans"
swans
sing sweet
memories
of us back then
upon still waters
before the violent storm
that came and tore us apart
just when we thought it was so safe
wrong words like tsunamis drowned us both
anamnesis reflections haunt my heart
nemesis contentions ripped apart
in foggy fugue of this recollect
reverie connection of us
graceful floating on water
together still tranquil
content without words
swimming in love
buoyant safe
sweet song
swans
© MATT ELMORE U.S.
"WATER"
Pooled
water
inspires fugue
in life's journeys
flowing energy
Inspired thoughts crystallize
and life makes us feel peaceful
creates a calming reverie
giving in positive energies
vibrations attract all by purity
© BANDANA SAHOO India
"THE GAME OF MIND"
It feels like an unreal anamnesis
even though apophenia lives
inside of me, like distortion
I follow intuition
I try to crystallize
to bring reverie
much closer to
vellichor
a great
Sight.
© BOGDANA GAGEANU
Romania
"DIVER"
Me
Diver
Dived into
Mind subconscious
By anamnesis
With apophenia
Suddenly I reached a fugue
Slowly I went to reverie
Me diver, brought a fragrant poem
To crystallize undesired vellichor.
© SUBHASHCHANDRA ADHAV
India
"THE TWILIGHT"
The
Twilight
Came on wings,
Gentle. A thread
Of anamnesis
Weaved patterns of velvet
Reverie, as the mist spread
In a gentle fugue, deepening
The darkness with longing, looking for
A place to rest and anchor for the night.
© KALUCHARAN SAHU
India
Sigh !
Reason,
Unwanted
Anamnesis
For a big-winged bird
'Neath apophenia
An endless crystallized spot
Binding tit bits from its own fugue
Reverie, aura of his old love
Riding on vellichor grabbing the blue.
© DR. MUSHTAQUE B. BARQ
India
Dreams
at night,
woke me up
to see God's paints
They took me to skies
full of silky colors
Moon phase, magical canvas
Dreamy stars, palette of passions
My brushstroke follows style of God's art
They mirror my childhood colorful dreams
© MEHRANGIZ TALAIEZADEH
Iran
"SPRING HAS COME"
March
was in
Reverie
when April called...
The Anamnesis
brought up colorful spring.
Sun is warm and rains tepid
countryside is dressed like a bride.
Ambient air smells like blossom scents,
reverberating fugue of bird chirpings.
© RAFIYA SAYEED
India
Woken from reverie by whiffs unknown
transport me to garden overgrown
alcove for sanity's refuge
to pen in heavenly fugue
apophenia vague
giddiness unwise
un-crystallized
vellichor
slipping
gone.
© RUPA RAO
U.S.
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