Volney - Cosmos and spheres: a few selected poems

COSMOS
AND
SPHERES

A Few Selected Poems
From
Krystal Volney

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Copyright 2012 Krystal Volney.

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ISBN: 978-1-4669-0887-1 (sc)

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Library of Congress Control Number: 2011962961

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CONTENTS

Her influences and muses have been Mozart, Van Gogh, Emily Dickinson and Claude Monet.

Poetry is the music of the soul, and, above all, of great and feeling souls.-Voltaire

The title of the book has a lot to do with how people live their lives. Cosmos connotes the universe and everything that exists anywhere. It also defines an orderly or harmonious system. Spheres connote a particular environment or walk of life. Ever since I was younger, Ive been fascinated with stars in the night sky and fell in love with the artistic piece Starry night from pa inter Van Gogh. I compare the planets to human beings based on the description of each one from scientific research and also each planet as a sphere in the solar system. To me, the earth is somewhat like the solar system and different peoples like the planets in relation to the sun. This of course is not a spiritual or religious theory. However, I believe in God.

Krystal Victoria Gabrielle Volney.

Her interest in poetry started early, and as a child she often wrote short stories and songs as a hobby. Her favourite novels were the Nancy Drew files,the Babysitters club and the famous five. The 21 year old poetess and playwright writes in categories such as fashion, romance, the environment and
childrens poetry. She views humans as both monarch and emperor butterflies because of the transformation from an egg into a butterfly showcasing
the metamorphosis as various stages of ones experiences throughout life. Her analysis states that as a result of the prodigious difference between
each human being in the global society, experiences differ and some persons mature into butterflies while some remain at a particular stage
permanently at various points in their longevity. The contemporary poetesss character is floral. In the 21st century, this meant that one consisted of
many petals and each petal told a different story of who she was. She saw lily and hibiscus flowers as demonstrating what it meant to be a woman and
a lady.

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How long will ye make one wait in Kolomenskoye?
It is my unyielding heart that hath awaited four years for this hour.
It is thy love and our truth that brought us together.
The mood is silent and the clock had finished ticking its lazy eye.
Its slow ticking was torment to my element.
In my heart thy name rests and shall I wait as long as a lifetime.

The essence of waiting is not a forbidden thing.
It is waiting in vain for thy courtship.
Love putteth and honoureth.
It sweareth.

It changeth not for its own hurt and speaketh the truth in its heart.
Ye has given it a sign and strings of an instrument to play.

O how one yens to live vicissitudes without fear.

The reverie and penchants of a nobleman with a benign butterfly who does not wish to flutter here.

The spasm of my spirit and a ticker filled with amorousness in

it. An oculus for enchantment and the lovesome lie of a lover.

Does one rather an oligarch as a honcho with a feathered wing?

An eagle that prays over the cadaver of his bride with a salvaged

ring. Thy sunken pride that his pruriency dwells with a handful of

mothers.

Ye honeyd smile that speaketh for early springs beautiful blooming roses from
Genoa. Why Id paint a portrait of thy dovelike face and capture thy scent in a perfume
bottle. Inhaling the fresh air that I see on a nebulous winter Yuletide eve in this far
away land. For what I cannot bestow is the resplendent chopard blue that lays in his
hand.

Never say nay another time, my flittering butterfly, for I am both charming and kind.

And with a stronger arm against thy chaste breast and into thy eyes are holy glimmers of thoughts one dare not express.

Id take you into a secret garden of powder snow and Id fight Narcissus while skating to and

fro. And steepd the frigid winter skies with a twirl and a dance of Andalusian flamenco.

Chilld by thy comeliness and oer the bridge through the church gates we go,

Down on my knee I am, holding thy delicate hand with sanctuary lamps and candles lit in the

background. The stars shout to the heavens and before the throne of God I ask for thy sijp WIih me

And momentous tears drippd into thy palm as I seekd my companion for where thy silence dwells, I desire wedding bells.

Ye as my wife, against that phantom amidst the shades of night with blood staind on his garment

His pale jealous glare with a Bubo scandiacus on his shoulder stood listening unaware of thy struggle with his chain of harlots

Into a silent room we ran and into a lunatics paradise where soldiers were weak and as dumb asffloor knobs

What I intend is to embrace thy angelic face with kisses under the moonlight and have the gentle zephyrs tug thy hair of curly carrots.

Wandering into a lovers land and rap-a tap tap go my feet for I can see a picture of you jMtfri||hioilh the fog, mist and

clouds. Ye blushing lady with virtue and modesty adornd on thy white dress and at a dis|l||ll8gil||Aorning light eer so

bright.

But I humbly await thy decision and hopes of joy to diffuse oer my soul and into a ship we jump at the gentlewomans request

Our hearts alike both captured by fright and into this night of white,

Leaps into an Arctic world and to the North Pole where we freeze in love along with zooplankton and phytoplankton

And there we see the Chukchi, Evenks and some Koryaks with open arms under the Rigil Kentaurus sight

Camelopardalis, Corona Australis, Beta Ursae Minoris on this starry night caught in frostbite

I do wonder how we shall escape but swifter than the speed of sound, our allies take us where their homes are found
Snowmobiles and reindeers carry us to a heavenly place in this icy land where I take again thy hand
I give thee my sweet diamond dust, emerald ice and all from the biosphere that I can.

Take this kiss unto thy lips and feel strokes of burning desire as a thousand whips
All that we see are snowflakes flying as fireflies and with deep sighs
Breaths of frozen air standing amidst the roaring winds of Russian pins
Closing our eyes lockd dreaming of another place where we could survive
With a tighter grasp our hands crack and suddenly came fighters from a