Morning grows on
needs of the day
The Sun glistened
By the fields of hay
In the Dusting
Of the Springtime
Sweet Scented
Thoughts
Of Yesterday
The blossoms of which
the bees cared
Now wilted and dried
when sun scarred
Was it there where
Your fossils lay
Imprints on dust
have come to stay
As I look for
The idling weeds
Amongst others with
Lesser needs
The brooming makes
a dancing pose
Making dust of
the fallen rose
That once adored
a damsel's hair
Before cold made
The woods go bare
Categories:
brooming, spring,
Form: Sonnet
Soon spring wildflowers will appear
Red Larkspur in the meadow near,
And sweet honeysuckle blooming
With birch twigs ready for brooming
All to the stroller bring good cheer.
Strolling through the meadow I find
A peace enhanced with beauty rare,
The perfect place to say a prayer*
Where one may come to clear the mind,
And leave one’s worries far behind.
written March 1, 2022
(prayer is a one-syllable word
where I come from)
Categories:
brooming, flower, nature, spring,
Form: Quintilla
Painted pictures portraying my inner evils.
Been tryna raise to steeple,
but these demons got thoughts lethal.
Headless figure see through
apparently not creature people.
I search for quick escapes cuz Casper's friends not so peaceful.
Goblins hollerings like sirens
put my palms on top of eyelids.
In the darkness, nights asylum,
witches brooming laughing gliding. I just wanna see horizons,
hopes & prayers sent through cryings.
Open eyes to infants dying,
lying drenched in crimson's tide dim
lights of starry skies
as I witness stars uprise.
I rock & shake from side to side
as my heart tries to confine
itself in spaceless 'mounts of time
where the sun did always shine.
But as the times unwind.
I find my spirit on decline.
& I anti my divine.
As I fall to horrors shrine.
January 22, 2019
Categories:
brooming, halloween, horror, sad,
Form: Rhyme
Miles and miles I walked
In search of the holy one
Who made you and me
But could be seen by none
With a disappointed heart and fragile attempts
I lost my hope, I gave up my hunts
Consoling my disturbed soul, I looked up at the sky
Watching the snow balls roam and cry
The serenity of the night from the grace of Adam
Comes across Eve and the garden of Eden
I was gawking down at the flowers smiling
The moon's bright white light shining
On the most beautiful, eternal place
I stared at the lady bugs on the green grass blades
It could be seen everywhere, the beauty he has made
Squirrels digging deep and their tails brooming the ground
And butterfly wings in a merry-go-round
And then it burst , upon me the truth so pure
To my incomplete spirit, the heavenly cure
For all the legends and myths I blocked
Every temple-church gates I knocked
Beneath every horizon, in the very pages of books
And in every desert and every snow hooks
The secret was there, simple and sweet
Oh! I sigh with regret
Why in my life couldn't I get?
Now in my coffin do I realize
That in me was my Lord, and the earth was my paradise
Categories:
brooming, life, snow, me, snow,
Form: I do not know?
There's staccato rhythm, fragmented, shards,
full shattered, escaping, broken,
full dust clouds swirling whirling, pulsating, pressurizing,
igniting, and violent lightning, emerging, hue of zelous purple,
the war-blood red, eye-murdering yellow fire, burning
paper snowflakes in frozen tundra vacuum intersteller,
grocery bagged madness of wildfruits and spice, whipped
by angry hands on brick. Tree-blood of man, fruit blood of sin,
opened eyes and electric skulls, suffering, cruci(fiction). No eden,
just plastic, iron twist, chiseling ore, MATERIAL.
Forward untitled ghost step, flung glass ladder, uncertain. Possibility deduction, and analysed formula. Failure, trauma, blood, croaking/crocus, blooming violence, brooming glass gathered garbage, shame suckled psychic psoriassis, bred stupidity or hopeless homeless thought. children playing far away past........ Friends. Sleep Sleep.
Categories:
brooming, introspection,
Form: Free verse
My nephew when he was two years old
Said sweetly "Grannies are for loving"
So I asked fishing for a compliment...
"What are aunts for?
He looked perplexed and shouted "Ants are for biting!!"
Another day he said his granny's lap was comfortable
So I had to ask...
Was I comfortable too?
He eagerly stated
"You are comfortable like a lounge chair!!"
My son saw a lady sweeping one day when he was one year old
and got excited and shouted "Mama look! she's brooming!!"
Categories:
brooming, funnyday, , cute,
Form: I do not know?
Crystal illusions fragment my room
Image effusion from pools caught in time
Circles with endings of dreams once assumed
Ideal delusions of visions and signs
Morpheus release me from invisible chains
The key to the pieces of spirit
Floating heavy through vain veins
Sinking lightly with point of fit
Sweeping the mirror of the Seven Year Ghost
filling me with tales told long ago
The mixtures and brews of the brooming host
Mac Duff, the only one who really knows
Tortured fragments of a past once forgotten
Multiple scars that never healed disappear
A talisman worn for years misbegotten
The beginning of hope, ends the nightmare
Categories:
brooming, allegory, hope, imagination, introspection,
Form: Lyric