Infinite serenade

by Exostosis   Oct 3, 2011


Life is, an infinite summer
A spread of wheat and hay
over saffron meadows

My mother nature
gazes with tarsier eyes
as she brushes her hands
with chromatic spectrum
over besotted horizons

The night serenades cataclysmic
upon ebony lips of a tribal goddess

Life is, a perennial winter
engulfing me in celadon miasma
A primrose path lost
over arctic dendroid glaciers

My father a reticent ocean
He immobilizes plankton
upon recumbent hydra
Guerdons life onto benthic banks

Life is, but a dust losel
A verdigris over helot copper
A factory of dreams lost
within dyspeptic carnivals of life

Lacuna edios
where a caitiff mammal engineers
a lapidary lebensraum

Life is, an accolade opera
with soubrette ballets
of effulgent smiles
and clarion laughters

A nodus tangle of emotions
swirling pariah and untamed
A diamond jorum rimmed and overflowing

Perhaps an anomia
Perhaps a desultory circus
nesting upon a callow cosmos

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  • 11 years ago

    by Aubrey

    This so pretty....I love how you view the world....and how you described it was beautifully written....great poem:)

  • 12 years ago

    by BlueJay

    So much has already been said about this piece, I can say nothing more than I love it and you have done a magnificent job. 5/5

  • 12 years ago

    by yogi73

    Great word choice. very descriptive

  • 12 years ago

    by Exostosis

    By summer, I simply meant the season of summer, you know long days and short nights. The weather, the mood, etc. Everything related to summer.

    Each to his own. Every reader interprets the data according to his/her own experiences and thought patterns. Thus, summer can mean whatever you want for it to mean.

    You are free to make suggestions =)

    Explaining the entire poem will only give you a perspective of my thinking. You may not relate to the poem in the same way as me or others.

  • 12 years ago

    by nouriguess

    I'm grateful you explained to me what you meant in the first two lines. :)

    In my language, we say 'her' for nature, yet in English, we cannot, you can make a debate about that in the forums, in the poetry questions section, if you want, I am sure, it should be 'it' ;) Yet it is all your poem and you decide, I just felt this piece is impressive and should be paid attention to, so that I'm here to suggest.

    'Mother Nature'

    ^saying 'mother' would suffice deepening the relation between the author and nature, in my opinion, without the 'my', it just sounds like a filler only to me.

    Summer has lots of meanings, what exactly did you mean by it? =/ if you meant endless happiness, then I guess that's wrong, because life isn't all about endless happiness or endless warmth or endless calmness or whatever, but if it was from the prespective of an optimistic person, it makes more sense, I don't know.

    Nice poem, will come up with the rest soon.