I glimpsed once
An array of lights
They glittered
Like bright orbs
The border they rode absorbs
Impressions shattered
That World set
In the rising sun
As I whirled
Towards night
Within me consumed the fight
Of ages replayed
Count with me
The moons are seven
They revolve
Within Space
Spheres rotate towards Heaven
Places I rewind
My heart bears
The weight of old Tales
They come through
My lit eyes
Like a whisper their light flies
Towards southern skies
The songs beat
At my aged Temples
They give forth
Waning heat
Dying warmth makes me repeat
Litany of loss
They come through
Epiphany carved
On my chest
I control
In the City of Angels
They hone through me soul
Reading of the poem:
New virus attacked
Roll of thunder announced it;
connected minds roared
The disease flared through
Decay spread through synapses;
infection rumbled
Head counted microbes
The future resounded through
the boom of the bugs
Germs in each corner
Spelt name of a new species
that grumbled through space
Reading of the poem:
Azam Ali - PHANTOMS
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly haiku challenge using the words “bug”, “rumble” or their synonyms. More on the rules and other poets’ contribution here. https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/10/11/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-379-bug-rumble/
The winds carried me
delicate wings fluttering
in ascent of skies
Dark clouds gathered tight
In graceful touch of the night
while the moons surged sleek
The days’ rise upturned
sunlit landscapes glittered white
The tides washed the beach
Sparkling sugar straits
reflections of sandy slopes
swell under the sun
Bright eyes stretch inwards
gathering the suns rays’ kiss
irises spotless
The sea progresses
my body in solemn vow
meets dizzy waves’ pull
Reading of the poem
Dwindling spot of light
sinking in the skies
Ebb of the sun’s rays
Wane moon rises high
Dribble of silver oozing
a stream runs through night
Reflux of the breeze
Bubbles of air in river
Flow of the current
Three weave the stories
Their fingers points of flux gush
with oncoming rush
The stars now retreat
The winds drop on rising tides
The throngs flood the gates
Drift in the bees’ hive
A goodbye to royalty
stages in decay
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