Breathing

The cobalt quilt rises and falls

A metronomic iron lung

of cyan liquid power

Stalking shorebound prey

set to pounce

Petrol viridescence

as plump swells pulse

To rise, arching upward

A ballerina stretch

defying gravity

A viscous lip fills

thrusts and spits

its chandelier of shattered ice

A cocoon spun by

frenzied breeze

A fiberglass bullet

shocks a slicing dance

carving liquid sheets

Sharded glass strewn

through a boiling gash

Stretched seconds linger

A turbulent embrace

with a coconut tang

Deep tunnel shudder

euphoria lost

Piercing dive plunge

umbilical urethane snaps and tugs

A sled tombstones

shrieking lungs gasp

burst from mercuric depths

Float propulsion

return through churning walls

with bead splashed curves

deep obeisance

breathe and live

(David)
 

amaranthine

I gaze at a giant canvas

contemplating.

Chatter and movement dissolve

until I stand alone in the face of majesty

splashed and etched
with plump treacle serves

of coloured oil.

The vibrant garden

where wind whispers faint

and light spills then floods

intense.

I sigh content from depths of soul.

Can a person

pulse with Monet's power?
To still induce

a breathtaking gasp,

sucking air from a room

in a vacuumed

whoosh?

Induce an undiminished thrill,

a drug seeping,

filling veins,

addiction crave?  

Yes.

(David)

俳諧

Her smile sends to me

Cheeks so full of roasting nuts

My stash for winter

Wind wafts warm caress

The soul sighs, satiated

Sparkling secret smiles

Honey spills languid
Golden dazzle viscous bloom
Dream of love ignites

(David)