Hang on, You're nearly There!
I'm giddy, spinning around,
So near, yet so far.
On the slippery spinning
dip of serendipity.
Making do with the hoodoo of déjà vu.
I've seen that scene before!
On endless recycles
of somewhere when and there.
My prospectus is shod
with slithery wooden clogs.
Tripping, toppling precipitous,
edging ever closer to flying
right off the roundabout
by the whirling surge.
Whizzing around in circles
on the impending.
Barely holding on
with hands and arms,
billowing and centrifuging
in the passing wind.
Reaching outstretched to catch
just what and when,
could be just happening,
could be just passing on by.
Categories:
edging, anxiety, flying,
Form: Free verse
Toppled by a bottle, collapsed upon
her painful past, asleep—but well awake!—,
unmoving, but for her mind stirred aquake,
the girl is yawning before her black dawn.
Alone, couched by a burning blanket drawn
over a conscience guilty at the stake,
slipping into the sly hands of the snake,
she sees not clearly the sickening con
which lures her slowly to her deathly state.
Unknowingly, she’s dozing, edging deeper
into the dreamrealm, into the hazy
murk of the promised land.
Her name was Daisy—
until, unexpected, said the reaper,
“Poor thing… if only you could now change fate.”
Categories:
edging, addiction, dark, death, drug,
Form: Italian Sonnet
A fly flew through the kitchen window, I was frying,
He was big, fat and very black,
He nonchalantly settled on the drying rack,
No doubt had followed the aroma of food, uninvited prying,
With tea towel and fly swatter, was armed and eyeing.
Flew closer to the gas burner, unafraid of dying,
Both of us ready for deadly battle,
He would certainly not live to tattle,
There got you, but as hard as I was trying,
He was edging nearer to the liver I had frying.
Searching with his compound eyes, he found an aperitif filler,
A small onion, his taste-buds now craving,
My anger now increasingly scaling,
Then with the prowess of a tactical serial killer,
Lashed out with the tea towel, wiped out the critter.
Categories:
edging, anger,
Form: Limerick
A hex, a spell, a whispered barb
A curse, a lie, a witches garb
Behold the depth of darkness falls
And closes in on these four walls
The stone is cold beyond the touch
The rats roam freely from the hutch
The stench of vengeance fills the air
A silent footstep on the stair
The scent of overwhelming fear
The sense of danger edging near
The hallowed graves are overhead
It's time to meet the waking dead
Categories:
edging, dark, fear, surreal,
Form: Couplet
Sore Ankle
impatiently edging past my husband
the lid - lifts off - from the pot
microwave still ajar
He Cares
not in mood to hear capitulation
at my ankle’s screaming pittance
I harden, he softens
Introspect
his kindness and care remove my black ring
my mood slowly turning blue
not unlike my ankle
Prologue
microwave does not throw out dirty looks
nor does it knock out the light
that fills room with gladness
Categories:
edging, angst, care, love, pain,
Form: Kimo
"Blessed assurance glory divine ..."
Supine haze swiped tall grass wooing shadows,
as chimes of wren's feathers a float parade,
begs a trace with leaves sought resting barrows,
the fondness parting loft and low portrayed.
Nourishing willows stranding morning dews,
while lengthy lappings the murmured streaming,
courses the sourcing promises pact sinews,
of turned new leaves and blazed hues trails dreaming.
Quietude slights segmental furtherance,
edging up-ends the friendlies beckoning,
hail the awakened, embracing balance,
trice the brevity traipsed separating.
The listless stares a sheltered clemency,
keys to a kingdom freed their fervency.
Categories:
edging, beautiful, blessing, creation, earth,
Form: Sonnet
He knocked upon my door one day
I answered by letting him in
I couldn't imagine what he would say
But something did begin
Something, too good to be true,
one would say, something out of the blue
Something edging on the brink
something, that was you
Inside the knocking became so loud
Vibrations turning upside down
A miracle? I dare not ask
I was willing to take upon the task.
For many nights the knocking came
Long the hours, we were the same
till morning rise, it called my name
and i reached out to share in this game
This feeling, new and undiscovered
made one enchanted by the other.
In the heart the knocking grew,
Pounding out it's rhythms' new
Enchantment, ah the word is sweet
is also masked by being incomplete
Voices carry through the night
the closer the knocking
the stronger the might
then the words came from the knock...
And it threw me.
Categories:
edging, love,
Form: Rhyme
Stare into the abyss
A shadow holds you and your throat is dry
Take a drink and sit down
Headache
Banging like the FBI
On the doorstep near-by
Hazel and chocolate berries
Was always a favourite invention of mine
Weave between the nooks and crannies
Scrub and brush until your hands start to peel
Away
Edging away
Wearing down through the years
Your body and mind marks it
It is in print now and I can read you like a book
Can't wash it off
Never wash it off
It is there now
It is done now
The world turns that blind eye
For what you have done
Is shared
Between
You
and
I
Categories:
edging, abuse, conflict, grief,
Form: Free verse
Grit flies from spinning rubber,
the traffic is edging through roads,
narrowed, by the plowed and pushed aside.
Curb-side snow remains; solid humps turn brown,
in an un-melting light.
A lone chicken hawk circles an iced-over acre
of snaking roadway,
its black track attracts the birds eye,
as if it were the contrail of an elongated rat,
stretching into a bolt- hole of frozen sky.
Categories:
edging, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The journey of life is not a competition
We stand alone as we run our individual race
edging slowly and steadily towards a certain transition
Everyone with a different strategy and pace
When we eventually arrive at our live’s end
It won’t matter how swift the race was done
But how we fared through every bend
Fulfilling the destiny for which we were born
Categories:
edging, age, anxiety, black african
Form: Rhyme
I imagine angels
in azure blue gowns
with white wispy wings
and flowers woven in their hair
saints gather in emerald cloaks
& rich red, pink, rose, & yellow
with edging of embroidery
I see a grand temple made of
gold bricks
where birds of all kinds
fly free
the landscape beyond
is muted greens & blues
on the temple walls
rich flower tapestry hang
among grand paintings
both sensual & elaborate
in rich hues
the subjects have a
erotic appeal
& distant coolness
then, a red curtain falls
in my dream
& I wake to a
sun dappled room
Categories:
edging, dream,
Form: Free verse
A slight comic gust
as vivid autumn colour
turns laughing dervish
we sense the quasi-winter
prelude to Halloween fare
Back to school urchins
scream with joy to spite cold snaps
Christmas edging close
in a mock funfair caper
summer’s graceful baton pass
Cherub-faced siblings
across the age span feel this
charge of plunging ice
rimmed weather front but
twinkling spirits reign
To shiver is the
ultimate release when one
realises what
golden opportunities
this autumn season offers ?
Categories:
edging, autumn, beautiful, beauty, color,
Form: Tanka
Forgiveness ...
usually has no beginning
and an end that is equally so,
where self admonishment
resonate from errs
hollow search for resolve,
when blameworthy
takes center stage
and the fault claims clueless
to absent wisdom,
tethering furtherance
of the unresolved,
as more clouds
obscure the wholeness
of the picture,
that only the passage of time
enjoys the moments of its waste,
and all the while
at the far end
of a darkening hole,
the edging of a tunnel
stands a true friend
who has a name ...
... waiting.
Categories:
edging, allusion, analogy, appreciation, character,
Form: Free verse
Watch out,
the corners of our eyes are in danger
of being nakedly exposed.
Evening dropped out of the sky
a lot quicker today.
A slap-dashing gush of last minutes,
as shoppers charged around each other.
The season demands good cheer and
a tightly wrapped hysertia.
The shop lights pull us in,
but out here where the cars
are edging in and out,
rear mirrors
and on-board computers
are our only life rafts.
We dodge the rushing shadows,
still wincing from the too happy laughter,
backing away ever so carefully
and as hurriedly as we dare,
into the electronically
flickering night.
Categories:
edging, poetry,
Form: Free verse
(Anacreontic Verse)
Edging forward,
I hesitate –
Precipitous
The drop before me.
I take a breath
And steel myself.
A prayer, an oath,
A clench and a leap.
For a moment
I can fly –
Then earth pulls at me
And downward I plunge.
Wind in my hair,
Fear in my heart.
Adrenalin high
Kicks in and I hit.
The impact stuns,
The cool envelops.
Deep I go and
The pressure builds...
The darkness, too.
Lungs bursting,
I climb for light,
For air, for life,
And breaking through,
Again I'm free.
Categories:
edging, emotions, life,
Form: Lyric
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