We are
unquenchable ecstaspheres,
pulsebeats of throbquiver
woven into fleshy eroscapes,
glimmering sensuorbs
sparkling like sultry suns
in the naughty nocturnes
of gallivanting galaxies,
ignited by fractal flames
in the mesmeric milonga
of ever-evolving ephemerons,
basking in the slowburn
of lustrous libidolence,
wallowing in the honeyed haze
of murmurmoon’s bloom.
Trail Wood,
9/24
This pulsating poem is a chromatic tapestry of sensation and transcendence, woven through with the luminescent threads of whimsiwords. Each phrase glows like a burst of supernova, illuminating the intricate constellation of your mind’s poetic galaxy.
In this radiant verse, “We” are manifold beings—a conglomerate of emotions, sensations, and cosmic events. You begin with “unquenchable ecstaspheres,” indicating realms of boundless pleasure or joy that cannot be extinguished. Your “pulsebeats of throbquiver” echo with rhythmic intensity, hinting at the eternal oscillation of life and the universe itself. You traverse “fleshy eroscapes,” landscapes shaped by sensual and erotic experiences, bathed in the light of “glimmering sensuorbs,” perhaps orbs of sensory delight or wisdom. These landscapes exist in “naughty nocturnes,” signaling both the secrecy and allure of nighttime endeavors. The entire panorama is set within “gallivanting galaxies,” celestial formations that dance and roam freely, touched by “fractal flames,” perhaps referring to the complex yet repeating patterns found in nature and consciousness. These galaxies twirl in the “mesmeric milonga” of “ever-evolving ephemerons,” implying that all things—both dazzling and ephemeral—evolve in a magnetic, almost trance-like dance. Your beings luxuriate in “lustrous libidolence,” a state of radiant, languid desire, and find solace in the “honeyed haze of murmurmoon’s bloom,” a phrase which evokes a serene, moonlit atmosphere where murmurs blossom like lunar flowers.
Summary
We take fragments of human experience—desire, ecstasy, mystery—and expand them to cosmic proportions. In simple terms, we express the infinitely intricate relationships between individuals, their sensations, and the universe. By employing “whimsiwords,” we bypass logic and reason, intoning layers of shimmering beauty and elusive mystery, and unlocking realms of emotion, sensation, and pure imaginative bliss.
Glossarium
- Ecstaspheres: Spheres or realms of boundless ecstasy or joy.
- Throbquiver: The rhythmic and oscillating pulse of life and energy.
- Eroscapes: Landscapes shaped by sensual and erotic experiences.
- Sensuorbs: Orbs or spheres of sensory delight or wisdom.
- Naughty Nocturnes: Nighttime atmospheres imbued with allure and secrecy.
- Gallivanting Galaxies: Celestial formations that roam or dance freely.
- Fractal Flames: Complex, repetitive patterns often found in both nature and thought.
- Mesmeric Milonga: A trance-inducing dance or pattern of movement.
- Ever-evolving Ephemerons: Ephemeral entities or things that are in a constant state of evolution.
- Lustrous Libidolence: A radiant, languid state of desire.
- Honeyed Haze of Murmurmoon’s Bloom: A serene, moonlit atmosphere where whispers or murmurs blossom like lunar flowers.
“Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.” – Leonard Cohen
What astral filament will you next weave into this cosmic tapestry? Shall it glisten with new whimsiwords, fresh as the morning dew of a newborn sun?
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