Silence

This moment explodes into million segments of sunshine and liquor
streaming of roses, bullets slaps my tongue,
to spit the naked lie.
I walk on the fields of white hemisphere
where Poetry romances with me,
Silence is best experienced in the moments
when our body is Old utensils
Breaking my knuckles I smirk at that windowsill
where ashes of my pain melted, floated.

Oh, silence of beauty
come and coincide with my jawline
like the language of warriors
inch by inch slip into my white palms
dividing my delusions into a periphery of the star

Dissolve into my thick shadow of moles and wide dimples
cleaving my reverse staircases
spread like white snow,
spit frost on my forehead
Here, something Paranormal occurs.
And everything is just a white beauty.
Magical. Unearthly.

My one more poem up on Visual Verse.


©MVS

That Silence

I am walking on my own laced path

with frills and throbbing water

Discern the reality, Observe.

Titanium clocks strike the moment of truth

I am as soft as the morning baked bread,

Eyes peeping into your glass carved twists,

Sonder. Hallucination. Expectation. Ashes.

Death shall come eventually,

choking your doors and my windows

What does human fight for, if not humanity?

Coffins: decorated and flowered

I speak veracious lights of thorns,

Concave, convex

Puddle. Soil. Palpitations.

                                                         Silence.

© My Valiant Soul


 

Cryptic Space

 

"Behind the Veil," Dimitra Milan's stunning mixed-media painting
image credits- Pinterest

 

“There is a field- I will meet you there”- Rumi

I know language of flowers and dandelions,
the language of thorns and crooked stars
silence resist in the topology of melting grass
like the Colossus,
I am lost in trepidation of white penumbra
surrounding my teeth and distance between teeth
All silent.
hush…hush…my body is aerial
hush…hush…my grey segment of the index finger is silent.
In the cacophony of lost and found
I am a soliloquy speech
under your slick peels of love, hate.
I have a temple inside my chin,
unwrinkled,
for I am a pendulum of sonorous
silence.

©My Valiant Soul