My breath is heavy from the clannish dusts
Inhaled at midnight when the clock strikes late
With the tone of severe darkness.
I hasten to the atmosphere of languor,
Capturing the scene of the rise of harlots protesting
The breach of wayward contracts.
Theirs is a shift so late and confraternal that owls
Wince loudly from hate.
Mirrors I glimpse at show images of blackened
Eyelids, strife, and the silhouette of drained saliva.
Masking themselves with serrated leaves torn by hastening time,
The antiphons of late-night hymns lean on the
Protracted stress of hours passed at a wake.
Categories:
antiphons, night,
Form: Free verse
She's losing count of the times she's cursed
Inconsolably cast my destitute self in hell
She's forgotten the periodical instances she's dumbly paused
Sentient to her reinvigorated hatred
Entwined in inexplicable feelings of attachment
In a layering gone wrong
Probably for its lack of a footing!
In the distant thoughts that harshly rule her mind
Reminding her of the mistakes, she's made
Gaffes that brought an end to our dreams
Of a valid and reachable vision currently so reserved
She's been oblivious of my blunders
Those that justify her actions and reactions
Antiphons consequent not antecedent!
In that newfound awakening
A realization calling for novel resolutions
Dawns upon her like a striking lightning
Sending awakening requests to dimmed passions
In attempting to make past due slip-ups
If only to approach things with naivety
As some subjects are sophistications enemy
But an ally to the crude!
Categories:
antiphons, anger, conflict, emotions, hate,
Form: Rhyme
Whisper
The whisper of the eternal God tiptoes in sighs
Breathing inspiration to the artist and the pen,
Murmurs consolation to grieving eyes,
Shivers in the tamed typhoon of shame to the cheating heart,
Quietly touches a fearful hand in the breath of silence,
Awakening praises of devotion in new antiphons,
Caresses moments of illumination,
Embraces weakness with the sweet fragrance of grace,
Leaves the shadow of a smile in moments of a-ha,
Exhales breathless anticipation like the haunting flute,
Floats with yearning to share secrets in the sanctuary of creation,
Soft brush in wispy silhouettes for shadows of questions,
Fluttering perpetual vow - abiding in tender vows -
No cold mistral disturbs the flow of prayers and pleas,
Ever restless seeks the soul’s attention in an airy gossamer kiss,
Ever present guardian,
Everlasting whisper of the eternal.
Inspired by Whisper to Me - not entered.
6-16-20
Categories:
antiphons, wind,
Form: Free verse