Farmers Nonet

Farmers Nonet


Dust motes floating ‘neath xanthous twilight

dancing to the beat of hard work

pausing only to refuel

dew transforms into frost

pace matters far more

than worrying

about dark

thunder

clouds

 
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Wyvern of Wickaninnish

Chinese Say Dragon

An indulgent shiver of expectant curiosity
   ripples prismatically
effortlessly traversing Her rainbow hued integument

A Muse, She is
   …..silently so…..
Amused, She is
   ….discreetly so…..
Attendant, She is
   …..deceptively so…..

‘neath Her iridescent talons
a tableau of arboreal old growth backwoods
provides an infinite emerald buttress
nurturing Her canopied inquisitiveness

Wyvern ….. of Wickaninnish

Westwardly canted
   accepting of a beguiling mistral

She oscillates in bonded allotment with
   frothy pacific rim tides
She balances ever so subtly
   outstretched wings
      playing catch with breathy chinooks

Yon quixotic horizon, ∞Infinite∞
   yet
      still
         within
   Her feminine ken

…..Ever …… aware ….. peripherally…..

Throbbing subcutaneous arteries
   map Her passionate
      dragon blood
   diagram Her ardent
      basilisk potential
   reveal Her avid
      tarragon prophecy

Families of mythic cedars posture ‘neath her
   singularly privy to bygone Elders ciphers and rites
      sussurating ancient memes from primeval epochs

Nary a scintilla of doubt within Her
   As they are not privy
      to Her own formidable legacy……

Incessant high tide arrives…..

Aware of his presence
yet he, not of Hers

From Trust to Dust
covertly sharing his hardened sorrow

Opalescent nictating membranes guard not Her sight
   rather
      they provision Her INsight
         …..of his potential reverie

Below, he embraces the zenith tide
standing firm
   equalling Her direction and gaze
      sea froth swirling amongst ginger beach granules
      sinewy kelp championing sand dollar orphans
      gnarled driftwood debris lecturing late arriving jetsam
   bits of all
adhering to his apparel…..

Weathered mahogany fedora
   Lightning veined leather jacket
      Rural stained blue jeans

He stretches, his arms capriciously akimbo
   almost impatiently
      moreso sedulously
   and …. breathes…..IN
the ever renewing ocean zephyr

Her juncture is NOW!

Launching Herself into the gale
She rapidly rises, banks right, gaining altitude
   liquidly reversing Her arc
      instinctively gauging Her trajectory
She curls downward racing back towards the shoreline
   towards…..
      …him

pursuing…..
   …equalling…
      …..overtaking

cresting mazarine breakers
   headlong ….. towards ….. Him

His abundant soulful inhalation
Her immortal shouldering comet
…..in breathtaking impact…..

An attosecond of exchange!

Mortal and Immortal
Each bestowing more
than either hoping to receive

She, ever so briefly
caresses the mortality of one
savours the intimacy of two
deciphers his briefness of breaths

He, ever so unknowingly
absorbs an iota of the infinite
crafts a palette of luscious imagination
decides his own destiny

Each, glimpsing more than they should
Each, offering more than they could
Each, becoming more than they would

Theirs is an Integrity of Two

Honourably, She returns atop Her jade throne
   content to be His shy muse

Earnestly, He awaits an untroubled sunset
   feeling surprisingly content
      amongst His own peripheral thoughts

….. for upon this eve,
   Traveller…..
      …..will dream of Dragons…..

Traveller’s Map

A silent, genial audience of one
Traveller
awaits this prophetic sundown

Dusk gently cocoons his refulgent coastal arras
anxious for her imminent nighttide embrace
of an overhead ebony purlieu

Coupled lovers
Aurora and Eventide
directing this eve’s choreographed exhibit
sublimely ministering
His Direction

Traveller graciously accepts
far-flung exotic nebulae
ripe with diamond cepheids
illuminating his desultory trail
whilst others, so much lower
occlude all his paths indiscriminately

Stabilized intertide reflects a perfect stage
conjoined sea and sky
awaiting innumerable synthesized actors
of mysterious compositions…..

every silent constellation
each dammed celestial pearl
all rambunctious cometary marbles
any empyrean debris…..

every last one shyly dims
showcasing
His Perseidian Path!

Traveller gazes Northeastward…..

Night morphs his achingly indigo eyes
into echoing charcoal orbs
gleaning witness of the evening performance

Announcing themselves…..
with less than a whisper…..

First one, etching a milky contrail
then, two, parallel with ivory aisle
then three, parsing the heavens as glowing corridors
then ….. an indulgence of chiselled lightning!

Refulgent arteries of light and heat
tracing possibilities of direction
for his solitary, broken heart

Then, one…..
The one….

extensive    elongated     enduring
single     solitary     unique

White hot with purpose
Unerring in drift
Brilliant in persuasion

Traveller then knew…..
he had always known…..
but even he needs…..reassurance

A final curtain call
all actors sincerely applauded
by a silent, genial audience of one

Sea, surf, tide, stars
all recommence their nocturnal rhythms

Aurora and Eventide
prolong their coupling

Traveller casually waves bon voyage
scrapes free the clinging sand on his boots
from a visit overstayed
then takes a first step…..

Northeastward…..
…..to the mountains
….. towards his distant kin …..

Traveller now journeys
seeking brotherly prescription from…

Healer…..

Scolded Heart

Once…..

His cadenced, wistful, trusting heart
vowed amaranthine fidelity
pending only her quiescent antiphon

     ….TSKtsk…..TSKtsk…..TSKtsk…..

Our” coalescent trice…..
Our” coherent jiff…..
Our” conjoined breaths…..
Our” onliest destiny…..

Witnessed betwixt a duet of
amorphous, ensorcelled realms…..

The Azure Dragon
      Qinglong     Seiryū     Cheongnyong     Thanh Long
The White Tiger
      Baihu     Byakko     Baekho     Bạch Hổ

Cautioned afore, was I
Excessively emboldened, I became
Prior exhortations, I scorned
Supremely confident, I embarked

Only to have embraced…..

…..a Wraith

     …..tskTSK…..tskTSK…..tskTSK…..

Blame not the Scolders…..

Gallery bystanders anchored in awe
silently bandaged their veracious perceptions
loathe to waste any shredded weave
original of mine own infatuated garments

Remnants of my scolded heart
whispering breathlessly
skipping only to a muted, abandoned rhythm

     ….TsKtSk…..TsKtSk…..TsKtSk…..

Her familiar entitlement merely punctuates
His Dragon’s share of horror and hallelujah

I willingly accept all unanticipated burdens
now my weight to bear

My Integrity….. intact
   ergo…..

I zestfully gaze upon dawning sanguine horizons

Now, solo patience nurtures abundant clarity
Now, is so very near…..

Apprentice once more! HUZZAH!

Dare I shyly serenade afresh…..
…..hopeful of an unwritten concerto?

 Heart beats…..
   Hearts beat…..

     Heartbeats…..

     ….. tsktsk…..tsktsk…..  …..lubdub…..LUBDUB…..

Lesson learned…..
A silhouetted silence casts the darkest shadow

___________________________________________________________
… and if I may, I chose to include the following background history of ‘scold‘, as I was delighted to learn of this, after I completed these recent scratchings! Unintentional irony – the best kind!

Word History: A scold is not usually a poet and a scolding rarely sounds like poetry to the one being scolded, but it seems that the word scold has a poetic background. It is probable that scold, first recorded in Middle English in a work probably composed around 1150, has a Scandinavian source related to the Old Icelandic word skld, “poet.” Middle English scolde may in fact mean “a minstrel,” but of that we are not sure. However, its Middle English meanings, “a ribald abusive person” and “a shrewish chiding woman,” may be related to skld, as shown by the senses of some of the Old Icelandic words derived from skld. Old Icelandic skldskapr, for example, meant “poetry” in a good sense but also “a libel in verse,” while skld-stöng meant “a pole with imprecations or charms scratched on it.” It would seem that libelous cursing verse was a noted part of at least some poets’ productions and that this association with poets passed firmly along with the Scandinavian borrowing into English.

daughter and dad

        daughter and dad

joyous    insouciant    sublime

           TOGETHER!

This island’s sandy beach
serves as their penetralian paradise

Invested of love
Capricious of spirit

They…..
gambol barefoot
upon their arenaceous dance floor!

They are at PLAY!

        dad and daughter

She youthfully stabilizes herself
upon his own weathered, committed stance

Both now facing forward

His worldly plantar soul
tendering infinite footing
in naïve preparation
to surmount jeopardous dunes

           TOGETHER!

His weathered dorsal surface
freely offered as her fugitive dance floor

He is her sole support
He is her soul support

Her hands within his….
Her feet upon his…..
Her heart within his…..

They purposefully travel forward

           TOGETHER!

Jousting knights alongside sanddollar castles
Waving at crowds of synchronized anemones
Laughing at fleets of soaring iridescent wyvern
Grinning at mermaids sheltering their purses
Tickling the toes of slumbering driftwood nisse

Surf and Sand     Tide and Time     Chance and Favour

Inept gnats ALL
contra this duo!

        Daughter and Dad

Theirs is a tandem of
committed stride and nascent glide

As they grow…..
and strengthen in resolve……

Desperate barriers arise!

Incurving tides coerce an intolerable interruption
Clinging sands arrogate a presumptuous reservation
Flotsam and jetsam ridicule their solidarity
Writhing kelp attempt their smaragdine embrace

Begone fool elements!

for they swagger invincible
as….Family!

All too soon……for him…..

His strides

shorten, shorten, shorten

and eventually
he
stops

The right time has come…..

He needs release her one hand…..

She now balances easily
within her own unaided stride

His eyes commence to mist over…..

He needs release her other hand

She now determines easily

Her Own
unaccompanied
unprotected
journey

Toddler no longer

Afore him…..

A confident, radiant, untethered
Young Woman
poised to embark upon an energetic future
etching her own lingering impressions
in the trailing sand

She turns to thank him…..

And witnesses

An uncompromisable tear of pride
emerging from his soul…..
…..framing her own reflection
of eternal gratitude

He silently marvels…..

how is it possible
she has grown up
so fast
yet
so slow
…..at the same time?

Wyvern Memoirs…..

Of a deep, earthy, burgundy hue

his leather-bound, scarred, injured journal

veers majestically apace

lonely star-speckled beach pebbles

all inescapably dormant

each positioned adoringly

upon his star polished driftwood nightstand

 

He sleeps, aside…..

A weathered, comfortable, familiar

reflectively golden feathered Quill

mystically engineered of

silver edged vane

rainbow tinted rachis

emerald carved barb

thundercloud laced afterfeather

achingly hollow calamus…..

Quill mutely rests upon

the tattooed barrier blockading his scribbled memoirs

 

What Wyvern soars employing such resplendent armour?

Rests upon? Nay!

 

Quill passionately clasps and guards

the now dormant scratchings contained within

Quill patiently strokes his etched chronology

swaying in rhyme with the whispering breeze

which sensually enters through an adjacent oriel

 

All contestants, coolly urging him to

…..write

release your annals, encore

…..write

allow Nib and Papyrus to embrace

…..write

let loose your imaginings

…..write

abandon shyness

…..write

Let her know…..

…..write

 

He stirs…..

When provoked sufficiently,

His torrid script burns amidst concupiscent entwinings

 

Quill longs to swirl indecently

captured within an azure drenched inkwell

Nib and Papyrus adhere

contained within their mirrored strokes of passion

touching only to conceive a trailing wake of memories…..

madness        sensuous             tenuous         tender

   chaotic             pulsating           fearful          lustful

 

His past essence

His emotional legacy

He…..wakes

 

Quill, sans zephyr

trembles with potent pleasure

Nib and Papyrus, in tense with direction

shiver with azure anticipation

 

He craves clarity from distant echoes

He desires closure from mirrored confusion

He seeks release from her stoic silence

 

He cradles Quill

 

A shout of wind accelerates his journal

parting the excited blank codex within

He immerses Quill in moist azure mercury…..

and

He…..

…..writes

Traveller’s Aubade

Moonlight and starbeams

nod reluctantly

patiently enduring their early mourning retreat

reflecting torridly

upon their contempo journal entries……

Unique motes of cosmic brilliance

eternally grateful

even, satisfied

to have

engraved their passionate lyrics

upon the living texture of…..

Traveller

 

Triumphant morning light

bursts spontaneously

from the parturition of morn

sprinting furiously headlong

craving their newly apportioned

instances of time and space

upon the living tapestry of…..

Traveller

 

Their nightly impatience

offset by daily victory

conquering an infinity of translucent milky glow

now in abeyance and adrift of gravity

 

He covets succor from invisible debris

cast off from an eternally overhead

nocturnal stellar rainbow

Traveller

 

Traveller, arms akimbo

positioned stolidly

whilst

stoically facing the birth of dawn

 

His now growing, expectant smile

radiates in tandem with the emerging sunrise

 

Effortlessly, patiently, lovingly…..

first his left arm

then his right

Traveller extends and offers

his naked palms and bare forearms

each, as a willing canvas

mirroring the eastern born Sol

 

Aeaeae artes

 

Fatidic scars….. surface

conceived by the newborn aurora

painlessly inscribe

radiant symbols

sublime diagrams

ancient words

whilst dancing randomly

upon his now pulsing forearms

and then ….. all scratchings levitate

level

balanced

harmonious

with his own

ocean blue eyes

 

Traveller …. Reads!

 

Of Futures not yet

…..that rhyme with chromas of nebulae

Of Pasts that should have been

…..that purr with exploding novae

Of Presents that might yet occur

…..that pause with the hue of possibility

 

Traveller prescinds

…..each and every

one and all…..

…..quotidian souls…..

he has ever encountered

 

And is again engulfed

with gratitude and love

 

Traveller’s dawning words

sung solo

have always been….

 

“Thank you”