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.

October 14, 2017

Cylander Nord

Insilcious freebitten hunkerd worrin
Duliah scavries hintern swyzka tarn
primmed themollet untwernt udica
enslavering attryringdom unzymes

August 11, 2017

Salamanslipping

Spriteful silences converge from afar toward the nearest here
when now and then a breeze's pouring forth exhales the bellows
of the buried ward. Columned parches of landfill stack farther up
the chimney flutes assembling in the hallways of stone to provide
a coherent pitch of mournful wails as tuned to the forking river
of timing's colossal gears. Dirt sings. Away over here my own ears
perk up to twitch at the faint reverberations emitted, and I swoon
against the buttering wind, gently articulating along the thermal
updrafts of a condescending storm. Weary and nervous, forced
to rise on my own two feet, I tread upon the worn planks nailed
to the earth behind my house in order to find the sanctity of being
swallowed into the inherited cavern of comfort awaiting inside.
These are dangerous times to remain outdoors. The walls and
floors curl over like a closing hand into which I must step,
as if I were intentionally climbing into my own coffin exactly
like I were preparing to enter the porcelain tub for a warm bath.
The torrential winds across these parched mountain ranges
now sound as if they are almost here despite being so far away.
I believe it to be the voices of the stars themselves urging us
all to find our solace in dreams while we sleep our fears off
before the coming of tongues of divine sympathy set to scour
every trace of our having been here off our curved surfacing.
When this chorus of angels sing together, their hymnal will
return rock to space, earth to wind, water to vapor, and blood
to the stars winking out one by one, each feeding off the other
until the silver filaments turn white as strands of wool pulled
out across a loom having woven our story into a new mountain.

July 23, 2017

Vrooszh Ufferingue

It heralded the keen sleek radiance of the palm of a grasping hand.
It fecunded outside in the alley and ended up defunct on the telly.
Neverbeforeseen handage careering across ectostations striating
in the slipperadammeragangstrum, manipulerwhipperastrating
heavistically uncradlehammered into the unfolding winkshine.

Ynsylyuience

Yienhushes in zhe fuelgrammages of de
Hasheen Puruguayano, el senefeteriaus en senestre.
Ust verious dimwadden staufluers everenescent intubulentic
Engine hearing adjustmentality of quivering enjacucellation
Offrenestimeen usherious inhibitintinabulations offrehoumanchie.
Instavarious uv beseachecquering ahn salutacious enceladus
Oftenperioscopically enhanctique wussrudderhinged encasquete.

Hynstibul Riucedixue

Quadranofied intherial mensurrecxie
En octoharius vins cawskins retrohaze
filigearing and agreriasque wiyn hyritofyre
filigreed anx witvclasved abowall skidder
proof whylz lambasting o stand uff ahiad
thourne nengencie uheaduva clowrnsheen