Summer sunlight.
We wake like all the rest—
Slanted morning.
Summer sunlight.
We wake like all the rest—
Slanted morning.
Laser-light waking
Dancers spin to winter globes–
Cocoa steams the notes.
A waking in a kiss
Cold lips in black light,
There is a life here that does not sleep
Between the sheets of memory, wrapped
She beckons and I heed, this endless
Obsession of souls, commands:
Drink these lips.
* Photography by Lisa Michelle Arhontidis, from her gorgeous photos and interview I conducted with her, as featured on One Stop Poetry.
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
* 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.
This cavalry ride,
This noble stride,
Stretch wide upon the earth—
Trembling thunder underfoot
Amidst the shadows lightening fall.
Death rides before the tip,
Death roars beneath the arrow scorn
And in the quailing devastation
Moves the seeds of their creation.
Bodies bloom like spattered roses
But from the agony of annihilation
Stirs the flowers–flourish,
Such color rises from silent gray
The mass is fallen
The light arise
Entangled limbs stretch toward the warm embrace
Soothed into the slumber
Of revival.
Ask not the ends
Ask the means—
What comes, shall come again
In one form or the next.
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!
Star-crossed lovers lie
Snoring in the sand
Waiting on the rose-tipped caress
Of dawn’s fair light,
But the sun catches like
Little crystals in the waters
And they are sleeping through
The glitter and the glare.
The runner’s smile
Warms the streets as they rise
Amidst the shadows of red glare—
Early to rise
And early to rest,
Not like the frantic typing around
Those battered tables—
Early to rise
And early to work,
A desperate cry for more coffee is
As much a sign as these
Gleaming starlets
Carried in the sunlight,
Shimmering in the haze.
Dew drops beneath the leaves,
The covers dip beneath the waves
Of majesty and trees
Swaying in the breeze.
Birdsong, so ponderous in sleep
Uplifted in the daylight—
Just keep away those woodpeckers.
The body screams,
The mind elates
To greet this
Morning Elegance.
If I brave nightmares
The dark will tear asunder—
Silence breaks with dawn.
Horizon hidden,
Sunlit shadows—
Reflections in the dawn.
Billowing mist,
Rising from the earth—
Such a beauty,
The morning fog.