Perseus Kneels to the Crowd

As by the grace of a lifetime’s narrowed sight

Perseus knelt upon the blooming sphere

with the regularity of urbanity’s fuzzy light

unbroken by the drum of earthly years

 

He froze the night by medusa’s head

that the meteoric arrow rain

might stand upon its mirror’s bed

mutely dancing through its clouded grain—

 

Rising, ever rising, amidst its dying garden

a thousand years to whither, but never yet the mystery

of what should grant his writers’ pardon

for a thousand years of repetitious history.

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.

Midnight Mountain Ride

Midnight ring

nightingale screech of metal grind

vestiges of slumber—

in silent Chaos writhe

the World all sheltered black,

this Veil, it doth descend

betwixt the Heavens and the Earth

no more Fire, no more Song

yet Dappled Emeralds gleam

throughout the Haze of Waking

this World rise, Higher and Higher

tilting back, breathing in

the clouds, circling pull

Dream yet from Reality

and Everything of this Canvas,

rides Higher still into the Night

Destination: World

set it all below, and looking down

bask within the Golden River Shadow

of History shaped and cast

into the Towers of Majesty

Beyond Imagination—

the Stars and the Sea,

no King might ever rise

so High as thee.

* Another poem for the wonderful Monday Poetry Potluck, as hosted by Jingle Poetry, and those lovely poets Amanda and Kavita! The theme this week was mountains and beaches, and I couldn’t help but think back to my most recent venture in Colorado. This one was inspired by my time there in the summer–I hope you enjoy! Hope you don’t mind that I also took the opportunity to throw in some more of my pictures from that trip, even if they don’t match up quite specifically with the poem itself.

Sunset

Golden Twilight

sinks into the final gasp,

a flame too bright for any sight,

fades not in thunder, but a rasp.

Ink etches yet into the sketch

no more the streets,

long shadows stretch,

fading color, sinking beats.

* My latest contribution to the wonderful One Shot Poetry Wednesdays! Once you’ve had a look, check out some of the other One Shot Poets as well– they’re a skilled bunch of poets, looking to form a community and support one another.  Enjoy!

Sweet Escape

Sweet escape

The mind’s surrender

Serenade of oblivion—

I close my eyes

And it goes, goes

The world

Absence of thought

In the darkness of being

Silence

All reconsiderations

This mind is empty now—

And the stars may shine beyond

But this twisted moon is in eclipse

And I am sinking

Down into the blackest hole

Of existence—

You see me, but I

No I do not see you,

I think no more

Therefore

I am

Not.