Ellipsoidal poems on Hello Poetry

vamsi sai mohan Aug 2014

Where did you go my queen,
Sun eluded,darkness hued the sky,
Clouds amalgamated and the sounds emerged,
Thunder tingling the mother earth,
Where did you go,you two little foot with your graceful fingers and celestial hands,
Wandering in the cosmos of obliviousness,
My mind envisaging your pastiche presence,
I see ur smile drifting on the rays of the imbued rainbow:
When the mellows of the zephyr that carried the voice of your breathe that breezed in to my breathe,

The ecstasy of tears cracked through the clustered clouds,
My hair winding as the zephyr roving through synecdoche strands...
My palm is under the influence of the dripping water,
and my eyes caught you floating, like the foliage leaf,
The ellipsoidal life carried your simulacrum,
I asked the drops of globular life that where did she impersonate you,
She limned with the bubbles that spoke chirpily:
"I saw her While I was in jaunt trip with the chariot clouds and lilting thunder,
she was strolling in the frolic fields fuddled with wallowing winds....
Her long hirsuite was in harmony with the zephyr,
As the brother zephyr was billowing in to her hair...".

I don't know where the place is,even my mind tends to imagine it,,
but I feel I too could fuse with you in the midst of that perpetual bliss,
I am waiting for you as my body transferring heat to the dripping life,
Didn't u hear those imbued silences that yelled your name...
Where did u go you plenary pulchritude,It is from you that I read what undulations are.....
If you don't come,I will...when I do...you wouldn't...
We will melt as one to the one....

Caitlin Fox Dec 2015

Light.

Perhaps Grief’s stiff grip around my neck,
the one that robbed my throat of air and asphyxiated me,
is still coercing Mother Nature to make my walk a constant downpour.
This is always a possibility.
But what if said hold is one by one loosening its fingers, the blood gradually circulating back into its whitened knuckles?
I, too, feel recirculated, renewed, revolved,
like the sun’s final leg on her ellipsoidal path.
The colour has returned to flush my cheeks,
the radiance to frolic in my eyes
instead of being veiled by dark shadows,
because my heart has found a new light.
And it is that light, that candle’s bitty flame, that will not be extinguished
by the winds of confusion,
of muddled and undefined feelings,
of heartache.
No; this lantern follows closely behind me,
lighting the forest trail and inviting the sun to pierce through the treetops,
to illuminate the world with it.
It will not yield in guarding me,
overseeing my journey from rear attacks
and keeping my spirit warm.
Furthermore, I feel as though this light should maneuver alongside me rather than behind,
for we are equal,
we are one.
It is this light I find myself slowly clinging to
instead of the falsely beautiful mask Grief teased my heart with.
Yes; it is this new glow that I prepare to capture in a jar,
much like a firefly whose glow never fizzles out;
like a light-bulb with no expiration,
as I let it guide every direction I follow,
every footstep, one after the other.
Every breath I inhale.
Every breath I exhale,
without blowing out the flame.

#new #light #firefly #bulb #flame

Inkdrop 3d

Is that Orion and why is he aiming at the moon

Is that Orion and why is he aiming at the moon
What does he see in the sky that I don’t
I walk alone at night up orchard hill, around the back
The sky is starry and the woods seem quiet
I can even see which stars are redder and which bluer
The bluest light is the university blue light system
They wait ominously in the dark down my path
They say you are supposed to be able to see a blue light no matter where on campus you’re standing
There’s no life in the blue lights

Is that Orion, and why has he moved from his perch?
Is the earth just a big marble?
I lay on the hill after walking home from my theatre tech rehearsal
When I stepped out from the curtains the industrial lights of the newly opened school building were bright in my eyes
I settled easily into the night on my walk home
From the blackouts of the theatre transitions
The starry speckle of the light board
The moonlight of the ellipsoidal lamps on actors’ faces
Maybe Orion came to watch

The night sky is just one big blackout
And when it’s dark you remember that everything is just a tech rehearsal

Where has Orion gone?
Why is the sky cloudy?
Will he ever catch the moon?
No
Even his own stars are light years apart
I cannot see up tonight without the stick and poke of snowflakes on my face and in my eyes
Clouds to snow back to the ground
The sky hitchhikes inside on my eyelashes
I walk inside my dorm building
Lights up.

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