"As the greatest of all poets and musicians,
tho' you may call me 'liar',
Hermes may have invented it
but I perfected the lyre
and with my music and singing
if only I could see
the forest for the trees
I would coax the woods to dance for me
but, on the other hand
from where I stand,
it appears to be,
looking at it from all angles,
nothing but nettles, brambles
and both
briars and tangles,"
quoth he, Orpheus in the undergrowth.
Categories:
brambles, celebrity, fun, humor, music,
Form: Rhyme
Framed moments zoom, a night of review
as vignettes glide on frazzled woodland
of her mindscape like leaves brushed
in violet before moonlight’s pause.
Every motion, every image bursts
into tints of life- stages...
Embers within her flash: a peachy tot
screaming for jelly ; eighth birthday flops,
escaping from the party clown—
How the mirrors of light enter the marrow
and gracefully recite the stories and poems
from parental death, aborted friendships
to love’s waning kiln. The hum inside her
becomes quiet, awake and fearless...
she inhales dusky breath when musings
fall like twigs and brambles on her bosom.
Yet, the air’s chill hugs her shadow,
moistening her thoughts,
eyes reflecting time's montage...
glassy though amiably refreshed.
Categories:
brambles, remember,
Form: Free verse
One golden August day
Walking along the narrow lane
With ice cream pail in hand
Over the lush woodsy land
Looking for brambles of blackberries
Thirsting for their sweet juice in my belly
And nature's kindness does bestow
Along the lane unhindered they grow
Blackberries hang swollen on their vines
The first one a sweet addictive wine
Soon forgotten are the thorns
Each berry its own delectable reward
ALesiach © 07/26/2019
Categories:
brambles, august, fruit, nature, summer,
Form: Couplet
Loves Brambles
Dare ye challenge love’s fine beneficence
its longing double edged sweep – parry, thrust
succumb to passion’s pure magnificence
ignore the warnings of self centered lust
Awaken to the pillows empty scent
wince at the searing cut of unfelt blade
recoil at softened thoughts of beauty spent
laid waste beneath the edge of lust’s dark spade
Hear ye the distant whimper of the lamb
bleeding amid the brambles of deceit
seduced by Satan’s brew of sip and dram
lust’s soul laid waste - victory as defeat
Harken all who would hoist lust’s bladed shaft
love’s joust is not a contest but a craft.
9/1/2016
Categories:
brambles, longing, love, lust,
Form: Sonnet
Earthquakes
Hurricanes
Fire
Heart attacks
Cancer
Do the circumstances of your final breath
distress you?
All destinations lead to equal results,
infinite non-existence,
the permanent extinction of your unique soul.
Some lives are enshrined with granite headstones,
temporary monuments of polished absurdity.
Will virtue or vice be left behind?
These are superficial concepts
in this ruthless, mechanized universe.
I grant you full permission
to spread my diminished remains
where the mice will convert the marrow
of my surrendered bones to dung,
for the benefit of weeds and noxious brambles.
Categories:
brambles, death, depression, natural disasters,
Form: Free verse