AnthroPoids
standing tall
on both unlikely hind feet
Are a great aped longing
to belong
Without getting down
on all four transportive limbs
Stretching down
and dusking in
ReImagining
another dawning day
empowering
and enlightening
mind's embodied sacred life
In and out
for and of
vulnerably wise
and transparently healthy
communion circles
EarthPassioned AnthroPoids
dancing in tall circles
singing up and out
from both hind feet.
O for a world at peace;
Heat of its rage, past.
We're nigh. Its the dusking hour.
Shadowing prey's last.
Skipping o'er battlefield facts
Unquenched in faces
Look! How tame in the moonlight
Roaring's yawned traces.
You and I; we're going to swap our stories
Under the curving Milky Way
We're going to drink rum high in the green trees,
And toast the dying of the day
Snug as cloudlets free from the reach of man
Bright eyed eagles in their blue eyries high,
We the merry few of the green wood band;
Raising glasses to that slow honey sky
Then like a comb across the dusking grass;
Guitar strings will couple raw with the breeze
Laughter to sombre kinship shall pass,
With those guitar riffs, floating through the trees
Eternal you; washed by the maiden moon
Swaying soft in nests of mirth,
Where our cares? They fell with the day that swooned,
They no longer walk the earth
High enough for 'always,' and 'never end'
Aye, tears may come, don't we wear them well!
Just you keep on talking, my greenwood friend
I love you so completely, too deeply to tell
And do those slow dusking skies
Have roses red enough for you?
And those bright pearls in the highs
Are they as numberless, for you?
Does ancient Sun to his beloved West
Speak of far, nameless things for you?
Or when his kin keep vigil are they blessed
By your smile, as they burn for you?
And the North Wind, long as she pours
Her wine through evening boughs for you
Her breath that 'cross wild flowers soars
Yet her fragrances slow for you
And the spiralling wave whose breast
Swells with heroic boasts for you
That plumed knight undone; his glad crest
Surrendered to the rocks for you
And my wondering just wants to know
Do these words bear any meaning for you?
I ask on behalf of my heart that grows
Deeper and ever with love for you
I hear the raindrops plop like the sound of a slot unlocked.
I fear the passing dusking as the days of the year leave.
Time is going by so slowly, so surely.
Time is flying by so quickly, so uncertainly.
I feel down as I let out a frown, hoping he cometh home soon.
I lay on the bed as if I am dead, believing His cure shall be a boon.
Time is flowing on, even as my time is almost gone.
Time is going by so fatefully, so mysteriously.
From the rhapsody of your mythic lyre
to the haunting verses written on flame,
I shall but remember our dusking trysts
as nightfall slips, then, we are done…again.
How the lamentation of our breath
is once more ever held in, held out
when daybreak calls for your rays’ gleam:
Somehow the notes in poetry leave me
with an elixir of both joy and anguish,
the accompaniment of your tune upon my bosom
endures the distance, far farther on,
as your sparkle drapes this rosette curve
in such transient but intimate way—
Apollo, ardent god of my sun, my morning dew
come for me without interludes of time;
play the rhythm, its fervor eternal
knowing how mortal love can prevail
so long as we, in the same drift grows...unless
Love Letter Contest for Viv Wigley
Apollo: Greek God of the sun, music, poetry
Symbols: lyre, wreath
3/28/2018
The hyacinth stood on the dusking rise,
cerulean the waters did traverse,
the reeds consenting daylight to the skies
as pewter stones recited lapis verse.
The burning pyres of sunlight floated west
untouched by orchid mountains in the mist,
the periwinkle shadows did invest
in rising to the lingering deep kiss
by weeping echoes trailing on the sea
of fire and mangoes in most vibrant past,
the lemon grasses lilting on the lea
and scented mornings in their pungent cast.
The shorebirds ceased their gospels upon sight
as glowing whispers vanished in the night.
You were part of me
But never free
Something that I couldn't see
I fooled the world
For the longest time
One I couldn't fool was I
I go back and forth some days
Thinking bout us parting ways
Never saw that side of you
Only when I lost you
Don't look for me
wait right there
I'm on my way
Going faster and faster
I'm almost here
On this road
for miles it goes
Leaving behind the dusking sky
Paving a way for the starts above
I never left so don't you cry
We fooled the world
for the longest time
My partner in crime
I never left
so don't you cry
Don't look for me
I'm right here
I'm right beside you
Go your own speed
I'm right here
Wait for me
Moon Maiden a-setting, enveloping Solaris;
Crater's a-sealing in the signing Polaris.
Aphrodite's Celeste from Alpha to Omega;
Zeus arriving in the beauty of Vega.
Flowing champagne, supernova musters;
Jupiters' becoming inside universal clusters.
Riding upon The Big Dipper's gravitation;
Luminous Milky way's guiding navigation.
Meteorite colliding into Saturn's rings;
A passionate showering, shooting comet brings.
Andromeda's ascendant, parachuting stars;
Crash-landing within the tastings of Mars.
Uranus azure entwine Neptune's sapphire heart;
Phobos and Deimos kiss on Earth's Lunas' part.
Mercury communing, Pluto platonic;
Catastrophic ecstasy gathering, atomic.
Interplanetary Venus imploding, explores;
Intergalactic Jove exploding, implores.
Dusking Asteroids' dawning on Auriga's course;
Surrenderings spent on the Trojan Horse.
© June 2nd 2013
"Alone, Alone"
By Rachel Heffington
Often, often I have wondered
At the dusking of the night
Where my love is wand'ring, wand'ring
While I stand in shimm'ring light.
Standing, standing, waiting only
For the day God brings him here,
He to view me, lovely, lovely,
And to whisper something dear.
Daily, Daily I have waited
Pledging heart and hand to one
Who will find me, faithful, faithful
At at the rising of the sun.
Rising, rising, ever upward,
And my heart on wings will soar
As I see him, waiting, waiting
For me on the glimm'ring shore.
Throbbing, throbbing--heart's own day-dreams
Stab and squeeze my heart anew,
At the beauty, precious beauty
In this sketch, my love, of you!
BORROW MY FINGERS’ VOICE
. . . . .` ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ . . . . .
could you, Monet...borrow my fingers’ voice
as my desire runs through your pastel bones?
and in your artist’s blood i mix...by choice
the oiled smudge of me in these dusking tones
through joys and moans, is there time to rejoice,
to sketch love’s hand, though inks plummet as stones?
on canvas, a trace of me will remain
i am the sky, the elements, the crane
ottava rima
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