Desert of the Unspoken [Day 57]

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Desert of the Unspoken


Hesitancy to disclose builds
sandcastles,
a pumice-fount of skin,
saline tributaries,
a charred savannah.

Depending upon the lens-definition,
the conscious mind's an illusion optical.
Sending out seeds, insinuations,
glimpses of unfinished biomes
where the snowglobe past lives forever
and its colors never fade.

Stalactites,
a cerulean antelope-skull floating,
lovers'-cling coalesces into a demigod.
The skull-speech sprouts crimson wings,
I am its leader, yet I follow its flightpath.
The sky's-tongue spitting persimmon snow,
radiancies of matter undecided
seeking abodes
in which they can imprison their destinies.

Hesitancy to breathe, to weep, to speak,
sculpts fate-scorched badlands
with monuments, yoni and lingam,
repositories for the unspeakable
strewn across endless desert.


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Written by
@d-pend
5/3/18
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Images by
Somadjinn

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1 — "Acrylic Jersey Sunset - Sepia Fantasy"
2 — "Lucifer Mountain"
3 — "Kalfafell Rapture"

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Thank you for poetry that joins me in your reflection @d-pend. The unspeakable is not always an atrocity.

I noticed the first paragraph has larger letters. It emphasizes the frustration of undisclosed words built up like a sandcastle.

I like your choice of words and the imagery.

The skull-speech sprouts crimson wings,
I am its leader, yet I follow its flightpath.

Especially these words:

The sky's-tongue spitting persimmon snow

In Chicago I couldn't see any persimmons but when I moved to Korea there were tons of persimmon trees. A dried persimmon has a kind of white frosting but here I see the orange nectar of the fruit coming from the sky like in the last picture "Kalfafell Rapture".

A word for the wise: Those who need to know will know.

Hesitancy to breathe, to weep, to speak,
sculpts fate-scorched badlands
with monuments, yoni and lingam,
repositories for the unspeakable
strewn across endless desert

Cool cool cool surreal write, Daniel. You created some amazing imagery and the flow to the peace is superb. The reader is immersed.

I love the flow of this piece and the first and last pic grabbed me oh so completely. And the beauty of this piece is magnified even more in toggle night mode. @d-pend I am taking a bow.

Sweet is the one word description of this . Inspirational and this has just inspired a little poem . It goes thus

Dialogue

Shhhhhhh!!! 🤫
Don’t shush me, freedom of speech it is
You don’t say a word here
But why can’t I?
Here is a forbidden land of spoken words
Don’t gimme that crap
This is the land where unspoken words are understood and spoken words makes you deaf
Tell me more , how strange is this place

Depending upon the lens-definition,
the conscious mind's an illusion optical.
Sending out seeds, insinuations,
glimpses of unfinished biomes
where the snowglobe past lives forever
and its colors never fade.

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I like your profile picture.

How? How? How? How I wish I could write and interpret the feelings into words. You got me into poetry . You have a very intriguing vivid sense of imagination...Beautiful. I just loved reading it..

I know your poem's about unhabitat environment, but why am I imagining a cave with Neanderthal's painting?

Fabulous, @d-pend 👍

Beautifully written and thanks for sharing this marvellous work of yours

Great design and emotion in your poetry, what are your thoughts when making poetry ? I am curious.

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谢谢你在诗歌中的反思 my friend dear。难以形容的并不总是一个暴行。

我注意到第一段有更大的字母。它强调了像沙堡一样建立起未公开的单词的挫败感。

我喜欢你选择的文字和图像。

头骨发言发芽深红色的翅膀,
我是它的领导者,但我遵循其航线。

特别是这些话:

天空的舌头吐着柿子的雪

在芝加哥,我看不到任何柿子,但是当我搬到韩国时,有大量的柿子树。干柿子有一种白色糖霜,但在这里我看到最后一张照片“Up vote me!”中的果实的橙色花蜜来自天空。

智者的话:那些需要知道的人会知道。

I enjoyed read this poetry thanks dear for sharing

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Piece of poem this you brought us today. I am left with what you point out that the mind gives us optical illusions.

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