A Winter Night by a Lake: Three Refractions of the Same Scene
Pretty Poem (Disgust)
I write it with disgust, not distaste.
The ink rusts — musk of rot —
Repulsive as air that chokes,
Reek bulging in the throat.
Fireflies emerge where
Darkness pukes.
Perverse illumination.
Void turns over in static,
Stirs despair’s pure air,
Screams:
➤ Parasitic intrusion.
A butterfly-hued moth
Floats near origin —
Cold sweat — streams that slip,
Then fall.
A waterfall, frailer
Than tears that sprawl.
The silver glow
Smells promiscuous.
The light shimmering on the lake —
Borrowed.
A falling star eluded glance.
Truth, thinned to flicker,
➤ Unmarked is rage.
Blood. It doesn’t spill.
It’s splintered as clot.
White on stoic, steadfast pines
Breaks as flake,
With wind battling
Alpine.
Icy, star-stabbed winter night.
Montane.
A lake.
A moth.
A waterfall.
Fireflies,
Moonlit.
Horrifying Lullaby.
Pretty Poem (Laughter)

I write it amused, a little flabbergasted.
The ink giggles — whiff of frolic —
Chuckle as the gasp that chokes,
Tickle bulging in the throat.
Fireflies emerge where
Darkness rests.
Jump-scare illumination.
Void drops towel in static,
Despair’s eyes pop out,
Screams:
➤ Light!!!
A butterfly-hued moth
Floats near origin —
Warm sweat — streams that slip,
Then fall.
A waterfall — oh no. Wait —
It’s a cow pissing.
The silver glow
Smells ammonian.
The gleam shimmering on the water —
Still piss puddle.
A falling star eludes glance.
Truth compressed.
Elevated to flicker
➤ Unmarked is chugged engine.
Blood. It doesn’t spill.
It’s splintered as organic return.
White on tall, birds’ deposit to pines
Turns in flake; it sprinkles,
With wind jerking
Alpine.
Icy, star-stabbed winter night.
Montane.
A lake.
A moth.
A waterfall.
Fireflies,
Moonlit.
Curtain call: sleep’s pratfall.
Pretty Poem (Wonder)

I write it from conjecture, not structured.
The ink saunters — trace of wonder —
Confronting as air that chokes,
Awe bulging in the throat.
Fireflies emerge where
Darkness retreats.
Caressing illumination.
Void stretches luxuriantly,
Pandiculates despair pleasantly
Yawns:
➤ Contraction release.
A butterfly-hued moth
Floats towards origin —
Cold efflux — streams that slip,
Then fall.
A waterfall — noble — high-born river’s resign.
The silver glow
Smells of opulence.
The light shimmering
On the lake —
Unveiled.
A falling star eluded glance.
Truth distilled.
Ephemeral beauty,
➤ Unmarked is transcendence.
Tears. It doesn’t spill.
It pauses to reverie.
White on stoic, steadfast pines,
Melts as flake,
In smile.
Wind blankets Alpine.
Icy, star-dazzled winter night.
Montane.
A lake.
A moth.
A waterfall.
Fireflies,
Moonlit.
Beauty in beholder of eyes?

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