Poetic Spotlight: Alas, so all things now do hold their peace

One of the great wonders of the poetic world–at least in the western tradition–is the centuries old figure of one of Italy’s most interesting sons: Francesco Petrarch.  A poet and scholar, his was one of the voices most sought after in the Renaissance–that great pinnacle of western revival in the arts. For good reason, might [...]

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The Chase

It is a blind chase– the riddle of a woman’s grace. I would name myself a statue but this stunted face could not construe the subdued motion of my growth through softest bond and yearning oaths.

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A Haiku Afternoon

Tomorrow, a more fantastical post. Today, a short dose of the poetic: Rose petals drift perilous bedside seas– her breathless touch. – Night gown nonsense– heat beckons through wood and wind wild by moonlight. Note: Don’t forget to check out my guest blog appearance on Jessica Kristie’s “Inspiring Ink” segment today! I may be talking [...]

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To lie in Auburn Summer

Dawn-lit lovers tell of Indian summers, the name and shape of which are lost to caresses of cabaret visions, the Auburn night that host beach-born indecision, the look that chains that sky unto the post between grains of fleshed collusion– she sings still in toast, to the figure of our delusion.

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Bedside

* A work in progress – critique welcome! Broad strokes, bedside broached the topic of wedded blasphemy, through bygone whispers renovated in bravado, battered with the blue breeze bloody braggarts call carnal bastardization. An immigration of conscience instituted something like incontinence. Winged Aphrodite pulled hormones through the shaft of her soul, but ringed Bast barred [...]

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Her #Haiku

It is dew I drink Mere drops of her spirit fall Yet it is all world.

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When there is nothing

Before abyss come the clock-tower. The little boy by midnight asks— her look, lost in the candlelight— the nature of empty books lain dormant, the moonless night above a bridge when there is nothing left to lose— in sedimentary smiles she sighs: when there is nothing there is love.

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Breathe #Haiku

Breathing in, breathing Life like summer rain falling into heart’s desire.

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Spring’s Caress

Just a drink of you young hearts turn to spring’s caress burning in your waves.

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Bloom and Wilt

Enfold in me your light, your life– sweet summer child turn not your color from my heart, the scent of pine trees, sculpted in the dawning, where all of nature is the swell at your sweet breast, the gathered breaths cultivating convalesced coercion of my soul. Breath to breath, I seek your notes, the tantalized [...]

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