A love that on soft breezes seems to sigh,
A quiet tune the twilight shadows hum.
Within her gaze, the distant galaxies lie,
Where amethystine stardust has become
A canvas for the visions she holds dear,
Of lands where moonlit blossoms softly gleam,
Banishing all earthly doubt and fear,
Lost in the fabric of a purple dream.
Categories:
amethystine, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
An idiosyncratic apothecary,
neo pop corollas line its grove;
The price and results may vary;
Heinous hues hang extraordinary,
the bourgeoise see a treasure trove;
An idiosyncratic apothecary;
Chartreuse poppin’ pills be wary,
a champion’s golden boxing glove;
The price and results may vary;
Bating mediocre alive to bury
immobile in the web they wove;
An idiosyncratic apothecary;
Citrine and amethystine they carry
promise calm, balance, and love;
The price and results may vary;
Naïveté of the Sucker is scary,
silk subterfuge we do not speak of;
An idiosyncratic apothecary,
the price and results may vary.
Categories:
amethystine, corruption, emotions, feelings, introspection,
Form: Villanelle
Where fleecy clouds, on rosy-quilt meandered,
Motifs amethystine wowed tangerine horizon
Embroidering on magenta arc, designs crimson,
Beckoned by blushed-musings of marigold sun
Spraying amber gold, on burnt-yellow attire,
Scattering breaths sapphire, on periwinkle fire;
As tunes chrysanthemum, sung of eve’s desire,
Choreographing themes of dreams romantic,
In symphony of colors shimmering on ripples
Sprinkling twilight on tapestries of blue ocean
Painting azure fabric, in aureate brushstrokes,
Quivering our essence, embraced in passion.
This is where we were, when first-time eyes met,
When sight of love fueled embers of romance
And smitten hearts spoke through lovesome glance,
Admiring from bridge, sun’s glorious farewell;
Where we stand today, as heart-rhythms resonate,
Synchronizing with love, and melodies of sunset.
Line 2: Tangerine sunsets composing chrysanthemum hymns
Categories:
amethystine, imagery, sunset,
Form: Verse
Stephanus Marcus Book 1
Canto 3
Verses 4 and 5
" Archbishop marries James and me in own
cathedral celebrating Day of Saints.
With whitish robe and amethystine stone,
pent hopes will be released of tied restraints.
Then my heart, free of mind's imposed constraints,
will soar to highths in rapture only dreamed.
And I shall never utter James complaints,
for praise of nobles, he is so esteemed.
Against God's old commandments laid ne'er he blasphemed."
" Your knight's away to Broughton Place this light
where mortal danger waits arrayed in lines
of Saint's swift chargers forward go and smite.
But knight is brave and he'll survive dense pines,
for fortitude is nice and intertwines
with courage, faith, and perseverance fine.
Your knight hath these beyond belief, it shines.
This plain assurance I give thee is mine:
In lilac time you'll see your knight, that seems you sign."
Categories:
amethystine, england,
Form: Rhyme