Veiled entries: and other ridiculously pseudo-obscure-sentimental-sentiments for cyphering...

[Star Anise]

As I start to create my own little space in the poetry thread, I am uncertain whether it turn into cluttered chaotic whirlwind of words or if there will be one stark and solitary poem echoing out into the void of cyberspace.

I have a few old time "favourites" so I guess I shall select one of those to begin. Often my poems are very short, and I like them that way.

This one is a little sentimental...But c'est la vie.

If I might bear the weight of the sun,
Prize free its grip, upon the tempting horizon.
Force sunset back, to travel east.
Sky up, I might.
If this orbit, I could cease into inertia
And thus, will a giant hand...
Send the Earth spinning re-verse,
To unravel time, like a ball of wool.
I might.
Alternately arranging our sunrises,
To better coincide.

[Star Anise]

This one is a bit on the frivolous side...But I guess one cannot be always serious...right?

Moth of beautiful un-adorn
to my butterfly tart tattered palate...
Betwixt frilly and the fruity,
let us insects be...
Amongst the exotic inhabitants
in this curious cerebral hothouse.

[Star Anise]

I will indulge myself in one more for today.

On the quiet perhaps.
We could surreptitiously thrive
by a series of messages brief
and hastily filtered through
our idealised selves.
Cleansing and renewing
those versions of vows.
Forever faultlessly tender.

[Tommi]

As I start to create my own little space in the poetry thread, I am uncertain whether it turn into cluttered chaotic whirlwind of words or if there will be one stark and solitary poem echoing out into the void of cyberspace.

I have a few old time "favourites" so I guess I shall select one of those to begin. Often my poems are very short, and I like them that way.

This one is a little sentimental...But c'est la vie.

Way to go. Catchy title, and I am sure your words will reach the eyes and minds of others around the Planet.. Good writing ahead. :writer:
Tommi :hangloose:

[Star Anise]

Spreading of roots, vein-like
a bloody blossoming...
The exotic sort of sting she brings.
Complexity approaching pleasure.
Inhale...
Rinsing and wringing this heart.
I myself, aside myself
in this womb like self consciousness.

:candle:

[Star Anise]

What am I?
But to bend and not break.
Swelling into recesses
within the boundaries,
of your form limited.
You flow away free and
by a darkness and a glow
I let you...