Lady Labyrinth Poet Free verse

Tropic of Cancer

"Tropic of Cancer"



Follow the silent trail
words like stars shine
coded on straight lines 
blind to all

like diamonds 
they are invisible
the keys 
written and held

Winter stars puzzle the sky
Northward a cold frontier 
waits beckoning
Capricorn’s Summer's dream

Escape Hell South
Where Heaven is a blue sky 
golden beach purgatory
littered with pristine fingernail shells

Chinaman's Beach
the child grown
no more school bells
days are long and free to roam

Nine inch nails
to be buried in 
some other coffin
burned and pushed out to sea

Cancer has been kissed away
alongside Soldier crabs and
prisoners in 
Balmoral Beach cells

Wolves breathe hot 
on cool paws 
smiling wet lips
for thanksgiving

Circle of Magic
drawn in the warm sand
Ocean lapping 
King tide kissing bare feet

On the other side
a future waiting, calling
Omen of higher self chairs
voices in the mind debating

(LadyLabyrinth/2019)




“Impasse”, Angel Oslen
https://youtu.be/kWUtALx9i14







Impasse/ Lyrics
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/angelolsen/impasse.html


Emilie Simon - Fleur De Saison
https://youtu.be/W3RUJ22Ca2k

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Lady Labyrinth October 29, 2019 at 10:11 PM Inside Out Lady Labyrinth October 29, 2019 at 10:12 PM https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/inside_out_1170060

Frederic Parker October 29, 2019 at 6:40 PM no trail is silent when footsteps are heard and how grand our illusion when one understands it takes a single atom 1 million years to leave the center of the sun and cross 4 hundred thousand miles to reach its outer edge...how small we all are in our blindness as our higher self reveals we are nothing more than life passing through with our eyes closed Lady Labyrinth October 29, 2019 at 8:07 PM Beautifully thought through response, as always dear Herr Parker. And taken on board. This is what I call Blue Highway at "THE" Crossroads. I am standing right in the middle of that book, possessing the spine between the two seasons, feet on the shores of a picturesque hell ready to move forward out of the pages of a book (my mind), into the Ocean, that is LIFE (reality). x

Ts Poetry October 29, 2019 at 10:44 AM When read along with the music, it brings chills to the spine... brilliant take Lady Labyrinth October 29, 2019 at 11:46 AM visually it is stunning. I love it. The Emile Simone video. Ts Poetry October 29, 2019 at 11:30 AM Fleur De Saison - simply gorgeousness Lady Labyrinth October 29, 2019 at 10:55 AM My Tropic of Cancer is not "The" Tropic of Cancer per se. Yes, it is a spooky story. I could add it to my Halloween repetoire.