I heard the owl call my name,
like a backbeat in a child's voice,
etched in shadows of a father's grave,
lonely echoes on a frosted night...
at dawn I'll be immortal again,
renewed by a workaday
and the frigid fiscal year,
my soul stays leafless in damp moonlight...
do we end days defibrillating
in hospice and parchment or
under foreign suns twitching and fluid,
while kestrels dive as doves take flight...
why only in the dark hours,
the soul's midnight,
can we see farther, deeper,
nightdreams wander like a restless wight...
experienced or just imagined,
dreamt but never realized,
conceived yet unexecuted,
an inner eye begs keener sight...
as yellow eyed and dark skinned children,
play with tattered banners,
laughing at rusted armor, bleaching bones,
and history cries that might makes right...
as I, stale pilgrim of no progress,
catch faint odors of war,
in the molded root cellar of my mind,
as hope catches wind like a child's kite.
Categories:
defibrillating, dream, war, , cute,
Form: Free verse
Considering me a talented, aspiring shill
My muse loaned me a feathery quill
Brokering her wisdom, leasing her skill
With embroidered frills each barb with beauty did distill
Lithographer's vision, a graceful dividend to reveal
Depreciating vane my artistic license to bill
Hollow shaft gilded so her availing light can the vacuum fill
Inky reservoir with inspiration did instill
A deep well with literary devices did rill
Ideas streaming from strained cavity to the mind's tip with zeal
Burnished hues, sharp tones aesthetic notions to congeal
A precision valve appended vagaries to swill
An automated inkblot defibrillating patterns to spill
Categories:
defibrillating, art, devotion, me,
Form: Rhyme
Adrift in a foreign country, walking in canvas shoes,
I brushed the purple petals and felt
Chemicals invade through my fingertips;
Then kissed my fingers at the statue on the beach, tasted digitalis,
Marvelled at the stoic bronze skin
Pressed tight against bikini red,
As she moved into the sunset.
My heart slowed like a cable car, hanging in space,
And I watched her sweep so lithe and svelte,
Animated in blonde goddess frames;
How close it came to stopping, and for years after
I searched in vain through dreams and waking hours
For her defibrillating vision
To start me up again.
Categories:
defibrillating, allegory, lost love, passion,
Form: Blank verse