MY body floats within effervescent veins and blooms of fields by gold
to fullest fields of flowers; by consciousness barely touching
the art of your essences; i have only known a radiance of
this smile you project toward me--it is the shimmering vision of
your lips and the softness of curves that you are brighter than the
moon tonight; to hear the song of your quiet tongue to taste the
tone of your beating heart dear: and wreathed by the blossoms of
your tender breasts.
A LOVE SONG.
WHEN i meet you here; away from the busy sound of life -- when i vibrate
that no darkness can find it is of one mind//ours\\ that touches you
and me\\ who can fathom the mystery ;?
no words no song no thoughts just veiled eyes and unwritten
poetry is sent.
a high candelabrum held by our hands and fingers: bent inward
in a passion of growing fields.
:: 10.11.2020 ::
Categories:
candelabrum, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The Composition of Shadows
by Michael R. Burch
“I made it out of a mouthful of air.”—W. B. Yeats
We breathe and so we write; the night
hums softly its accompaniment.
Pale phosphors burn; the page we turn
leads onward, and we smile, content.
And what we mean we write to learn:
the vowels of love, the consonants’
strange golden weight, each plosive’s shape—
curved like the heart. Here, resonant,
sounds’ shadows mass beneath bright glass
like singing voles curled in a maze
of blank white space. We touch a face—
long-frozen words trapped in a glaze
that insulates our hearts. Nowhere
can love be found. Just shrieking air.
Published by The Lyric, Candelabrum, Iambs & Trochees, Triplopia, Romantics Quarterly, Hidden Treasures, ImageNation (United Kingdom), Yellow Bat Review, Poetry Life & Times, Vallance Review, Poetica Victorian
Categories:
candelabrum, writing,
Form: Sonnet
Cloaked in black she sat
with covered eyes from a broad rimmed hat.
Encircled in a wispy shade of cerise
that dripped to fade into the fleece.
Lines that linger on the chair
follow her finger like liquid air
as she stencils out the curlicue
depicted with pencils in her view.
Down the wall with a dilatory slither
and intent to enthrall by use of his myrrh
he skillfully eluded his own detection
making her mind his chamber of protection.
His volcanic eyes thrust into her thought
erupting the lust she longfully sought
igniting her vision like a candelabrum
an incision devising her to succumb.
Licking the salt from a lover's lips
speaking the scripts in hum
becoming embossed in indium
and forgetting fault of nothing but tongues.
Silhouetting the cast of questions surpassed
indulging in the treasure of temporary leisure.
Her guard was let down as she started to drown
in the light of the fire and her own desire
Unforeseen antecedently.
A scene drawn out by a welcoming invasion
she remains devout to enamouring persuasion
Still life flickering and unceasing to amaze
Like a liquor releasing inward
The inebriating reward of her very own blaze.
Categories:
candelabrum, allegory, dream, imagery,
Form: Free verse