Missed Chance Sonnet Sequence

Where of all possible shades and degrees

Of imaginings can solace be found?

Hidden hues of memories infuse these

Porous arteries of thought, like underground

Pools and reservoirs steep'd deep with spilled rains

Freely coursing, faintly coaxing, beckoning,

Flooding every facet of my fertile brain,

Producing these verses ripe for picking

From the tumulting trellises of words

Undoubtedly worthy of strange design–

As shall momentarily be heard,

Unraveling from abnormal frames of mind–

True bombardment to unseasoned beholders

Of abstraction: when hope crumbles, smolders.

Omniscient faculties are required

To, with certainty, know what transpired

Else that lilting night, besides this mire

Of a moment be, of these words' inspire:

Seated in a glowing room, past midnight

With partially intoxicated sight,

Scattering our cares in quick, lucid flight,

She gazed through me, and captured once- with bright

Radiance and deadly blush- a deep sigh,

Only fleetingly, gladdened, warmth-supplied.

I'd ne'er know this girl of pure affection

Would e'er reveal me, there, unbridled joy,

For the very next day, she'd forgotten– 

Abandoning me to this moment– redeployed

Eternally.  

Neon Currents

If the deep-sea's timorous trenches
Wish their sweetly guarded secrets
To be captured by a mainstream film–
And not discreetly, to those rhapsodic souls
Hunting rapture in its naked form–

What sad depictions would be witnessed
Of the harrowing shadow realms below
By restrictions of the camera lens
And the narrowing feeling of digital tricks!
Instead– averting cinematic limitations,
Through fresh, frightening unleashings;
Words spill, diverting from poets' quills
Like slick lightning– its favored method
Of thought transmission: chilling, subtle,
And yet, retaining its secret treasures:
Mythic organisms, eerie, gaseous vents,
Secrets remaining– lurking further within.
Those of fluent skill in the enterprise of simply
Letting regions unknown conjure themselves
(In ways congruent to the will of the deep) know
Of its legions of enchanted, teeming mists,
Pluming effervescent bubble chimneys,
Pressure gradients seismically billowing,
Tugging fluorescent deep-sea critters to and fro,
Spectral radiance of scintillating coral shelves,
Foreign funnels of unclassifiable matter
Pressing bizarre inertias upon the skull,
Paving tunnels through vents and catacombs,
Rising afar in methane gusts, allowing
Supreme delights to cross artifact-studded
Valleys, prowling quite subconsciously, as
Hidden insights erupt in prismatic crypts;
A world howling in vast astonishment.
Indeed, akin to any other over-budgeted sham,
The filmed edition of these fluxile depths
Would not begin to even hint at their enigma–
Oral traditions neither– but verse and verse
Alone describes the methods of deep-sea
Madness; granted, an agile mind absorbs
Warping diatribes of the sunken nether,
Visions planted methodically in dreams,
Banished hymnals of the earth undulating forth
From voids, abyssal reaches, and neon currents.

❖Poe-tent Midnight Parables❖

A most unordinary anecdote begs be told

In order to draw closure my fears, lest old

Age accumulate wrinkled markings down

Around my face resulting in fretted frown

As to assuage my grumpy, repressive state

I'll retire now a most unnerving tale relate:

Spilled from dreams like eggs un-yolked,

Plunged into a waking daze, haze-soaked.

Eyelets flood with waxing textures flayed,

Drawled about precarious, senses swayed

Across the panoramic field brightly-hued,

As morphing lines circumscribe my view,

A panoramic field a'swarmed with ebbing

Endless caterpillars, wallpaper'd-webbing

Squirming about, cross-hatched, glowing,

Pulsating erratically, others ever-growing,

A flood of dread most flagrantly twisting

Tore into my heart upon worm-glistening

Enthrallment; at the behest of contracting

Corpuscles, crying out in agonizing frenzy

'Plagued!' A 10 Commandments' barrage;

Alas, my mother assures me- it's a mirage.