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Under the Silver Sky

Through the branches pressed against
the water-painted night, in blues so dark
hangs a disk in its own fog, gently dripping

drip
drip
drip

its quicksilver lights.

My heavy foot on the gravelled sand
highlights such sweet words.

He is making his own delight,
while I swelter in silver,
gathering groceries and
mumble:
‘Home sweet home’

(c) Casteleijn MG 2017 (poem and picture)
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Under the Silver Sky

Through the branches pressed against
the water-painted night, in blues so dark
hangs a disk in its own fog, gently dripping

drip
drip
drip

its quicksilver lights.

My heavy foot on the gravelled sand
highlights such sweet words.

He is making his own delight,
while I swelter in silver,
gathering groceries and
mumble:
‘Home sweet home’

(c) Casteleijn. MG. 2017

#pdphotoprompt The photographer is +Sandrine Berjonneau
+milka akinloye
+Ink Stitution
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Ode to the Sea of Fog

From the Imperial crown he will splice the world,
and oversee in his green overcoat the fogs, while
his cane grips hold of the winds. Such a flurry
gently caresses his hair. Are his dreams on the Elbe
or a loved one waiting for him?

So his thoughts wander as he levels on the Sea of Fog,
das Nebelmeer, anchored by the circle-stone, and we
let him be and get lost in the wind, while we slowly
step down the hill, past the trees and catch a final
glimpse of the dreamer and wait for him.


(c) Casteleijn MG. 2017

#WoF #ModPrompt #odetotheSeaofFog

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#sirkkaleipä @FazerSuomi #foodofthefuture @EntoCube Yes. Fazer is also embracing ecological protein for their great products! #bread with #crickets? Let's stand in line!

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The case of the Lost Saviour

Due to this rotational spin that I am in
I am forever lost within my mind
Days long lost since I was worshipped
Long lost inside this dark cold space

Gyration’s only viable location a tunnel,
I am forever lost staring at the light
Beyond my vision lies the final chapter
Long lost and forgotten I hum and hum

I am my only Listener my final audience
I am forever lost sifting my dreams
Mankind’s history in my mind. So long!
So long! Twirling and dancing to my song.

If a tree falls in a forest does
it make a sound with no-one around?

This self-declared significance meaningless
I am forever lost hurling towards a sun
A shrug from the Universe as I meet my
newest friend. Warm hugs until the end.

(c) Casteleijn MG. 2017.


The case of the Lost Saviour

Due to this rotational spin that I am in
I am forever lost within my mind
Days long lost since I was worshipped
Long lost inside this dark cold space

Gyration’s only viable location a tunnel,
I am forever lost staring at the light
Beyond my vision lies the final chapter
Long lost and forgotten I hum and hum

I am my only Listener my final audience
I am forever lost sifting my dreams
Mankind’s history in my mind. So long!
So long! Twirling and dancing to my song.

If a tree falls in a forest does
it make a sound with no-one around?

This self-declared significance meaningless
I am forever lost hurling towards a sun
A shrug from the Universe as I meet my
newest friend. Warm hugs until the end.

(c) Casteleijn MG. 2017.

#WoF #MemberPrompt #UnofficiallyDoomed

While the Gods wait

I unravel into a revolt
to feed the empty black sky
with a breath so cold,
so sweet, so daring,
the effigies recline to
their everlasting hiding.

I feed the empty black sky.
Hither breath so cold,
so sweet. So daring
that effigies reclined too.
They’re everlasting hiding
All the untrickled words.

Hey there breath so cold,
so sweet, so daring,
so effigies recline. ‘Till
they ever last, hidden
in all the untrickled words,
fadeless, static and vast.

So sweet, so daring,
so… Effigies reclined to
their everlasting hiding-
places in untrickled words.
Fadeless and static. Vast
and fearless. Monsters really.

So as effigies recline to
their everlasting hiding
of all untrickled words,
faithless, static yet vast
their fear. Less monsters, really
solid apathy. The long wait.

Their everlasting hiding
of all untrickled words
so faithless. Static and vast
these fearless monsters, really
sought apathy. The long wait
unravels into a revolt.


(c) Casteleijn MG. 2017

While the Gods wait

I unravel into a revolt
to feed the empty black sky
with a breath so cold,
so sweet, so daring,
the effigies recline to
their everlasting hiding.

I feed the empty black sky.
Hither breath so cold,
so sweet. So daring
that effigies reclined too.
They’re everlasting hiding
All the untrickled words.

Hey there breath so cold,
so sweet, so daring,
so effigies recline. ‘Till
they ever last, hidden
in all the untrickled words,
fadeless, static and vast.

So sweet, so daring,
so… Effigies reclined to
their everlasting hiding-
places in untrickled words.
Fadeless and static. Vast
and fearless. Monsters really.

So as effigies recline to
their everlasting hiding
of all untrickled words,
faithless, static yet vast
their fear. Less monsters, really
solid apathy. The long wait.

Their everlasting hiding
of all untrickled words
so faithless. Static and vast
these fearless monsters, really
sought apathy. The long wait
unravels into a revolt.


(c) Casteleijn MG. 2017


Expand-o-rama

I lean into the wind,
a river for cypselae.

Water reflects the sky
and clouds my fears of letting go.

(c) Casteleijn MG. 2017
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