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Spring

Out from under and boldly sprung,
This new flower’s bloom hath begun.
Softly unfurling into delicate light,
Growth matched by new words I write.

From whence this creative stream?
Inside, unbid; much like dream.
Dormant germ so newly inspired
Erupts into beauty seemingly unmired.

Stirred by delightful muse external,
Thoughtful action nourishing my kernel.
This thought, unbridled and so free
Graciously permitted to flow towards thee.

Summer

Joyous golden mood by you created;
From one, many reasons my heart’s elated.
Abstractly poured through black ink,
This object, representing some what I think.

A sphere of radiant gold, highly hung
In the blue, with serene zephyrs sung.
Buoyed aloft with love’s energy,
The sweetest taste of half-eyed reverie.

Basked in this whole conception’s light
A molten smile poured from great height,
My fibre lost in the exhaled flow
No words, no language, just intangible glow.

Autumn

Seemingly? ‘Tis a glamorous veneer,
Which wormfully underneath writhes fear.
That glowing lofty orb shall fall and crack,
Soft gold split, out pours harsh black.

Cherished warmth; apparent impossibility,
That such heaven found in you should be.
Take charge of fate, reach out and break
Everything torn back; revealed fake.

Both our noses split, to spite my face,
To the brink of dark void, you I shall chase
Singly falled in, naught to quench the bile
You gloat at I; joy’s wretched exile.

Winter

Now in my centre, dysphoria freezes,
Warm zephyr? Nay, only noxious breezes;
Changing every right thing wrong,
Till wholly black? Not very long.

Behind clenched lids only jagged waste,
Your memory’s wake a wholly bitter taste,
Of putrid blood sharply cutting tongue,
A hundred wounds in melancholia hung.

No relief from this sharp stone in me
Set there myself; a masochistic agony.
To manage the pain there’s only hate,
Knowing you? A cruel knife from fate.

Description
Spring

Out from under and boldly sprung,
This new flower’s bloom hath begun.
Softly unfurling into delicate light,
Growth matched by new words I write.

From whence this creative stream?
Inside, unbid; much like dream.
Dormant germ so newly inspired
Erupts into beauty seemingly unmired.

Stirred by delightful muse external,
Thoughtful action nourishing my kernel.
This thought, unbridled and so free
Graciously permitted to flow towards thee.

Summer

Joyous golden mood by you created;
From one, many reasons my heart’s elated.
Abstractly poured through black ink,
This object, representing some what I think.

A sphere of radiant gold, highly hung
In the blue, with serene zephyrs sung.
Buoyed aloft with love’s energy,
The sweetest taste of half-eyed reverie.

Basked in this whole conception’s light
A molten smile poured from great height,
My fibre lost in the exhaled flow
No words, no language, just intangible glow.

Autumn

Seemingly? ‘Tis a glamorous veneer,
Which wormfully underneath writhes fear.
That glowing lofty orb shall fall and crack,
Soft gold split, out pours harsh black.

Cherished warmth; apparent impossibility,
That such heaven found in you should be.
Take charge of fate, reach out and break
Everything torn back; revealed fake.

Both our noses split, to spite my face,
To the brink of dark void, you I shall chase
Singly falled in, naught to quench the bile
You gloat at I; joy’s wretched exile.

Winter

Now in my centre, dysphoria freezes,
Warm zephyr? Nay, only noxious breezes;
Changing every right thing wrong,
Till wholly black? Not very long.

Behind clenched lids only jagged waste,
Your memory’s wake a wholly bitter taste,
Of putrid blood sharply cutting tongue,
A hundred wounds in melancholia hung.

No relief from this sharp stone in me
Set there myself; a masochistic agony.
To manage the pain there’s only hate,
Knowing you? A cruel knife from fate.