Welcome to Cerulean Nocturne, an experimental poetry blog. You will find manual writings of invented language here. Delve in and undergo a journey behind the oblique mask of formality. Discover brand new forms of poetry. Associate your own hidden meaning from these Rorschach texts. Dare to plumb the depths. (Awl poured seas sub decked to pain and coffee rights belong exhumed and free circa twenty seventeen to the Scribblenaught.) Winsome tale. Luzum mind.
December 26, 2010
A metamorphic continuum melt
shuffling down you go to the icicle
shop riding around the chopping block
king of the merry go stop in a sand pit
there is a day out in a lane farthest over
the secret city Myrica of the chrysaline
wind Syntax, the open secret, the extra
terrestrial samaritan called a doctor quick
and seperated the black lift from the abrupt
preceding rains that unfold
across the mirrored underside
of a house's lid. One row falls.
Smooth talking you call him--?
Whose lilting verse held hypnotized
generations of blood-grown lines?
held root their suckling mouth
to the sharpened tip of a talon dipped
in a black cephalic victual
the dark side of thy lacine
scares a murder of crows
from a sunset's corroded agent
when the world falls in a vulture's
shadow a bitter chrysanthemutation
unfolds moth-pinned, an angel
opening its wildflower heart
seeded by shaun