Sorrow Ekphrasis Poems

"show me your face"
growls subside upon revelation 
does your countenance veil mine?
I see beyond sight and temporality 

still full of sorrow, though drawn in
indisputably realised...

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When love is torn asunder and there is nothing left but dissent,
a lover's heart will be shattered, mortally wounded and rent.
In a relationship that was...

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The tapestry of the indigo sky,
weaved with the strips of silver cloud, 
merges with the still sea in the blues.
The dislodged boulders strewn as dry...

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Hate, hateful hate, how doth thy poison spread
A venomous fang within the human heart
That doth darken all thoughts of light instead
And tears friends and lovers...

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Inspired by Nocturne in e minor (opus 72, no 1) by Chopin

The sorrow of a harmony 
Never heard by it's intended 
The tears I shed...

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thoughts
    hanging in the air
certainty
    uncertainties
      mysteries
doubt
   reaching
    ...

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O Jerusalem
          before my eyes
          heartbreaking to...

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an interlude
           of ecstasy
clings&
       possesses
    ...

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Oh, tortured man of screams
I heard your piercing screeches from a far
Smelt that moldy wooden bridge as it creaked 

As you held your hollow cheeks...

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Her movements express a sadness
As she dances to lost love
The center-stage reeling of emotion
While the orchestra throbs on;
And the ballet maiden weaves a lift
Though no...

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Wistfully I sit,demure &pale
sorrow etched upon my brow.
Will my tomorrows echo
the sadness of my now...
Will the world come
to know my tale?

My youtube audio link is...

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Propped up on a bar-stool almost seeing eye to eye, the policeman and the kindergartner sharing stories over two scoops of ice cream. Today's special...

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Without a word - you speak to me through particles of pigmentation
For centuries held within the grip of linseed oil
Where now I gaze upon ...

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Her foreign ways of doing little things
Surround my memory and dreams
Her mouth - a poem in itself
and grace without compare
I walk in rain under that...

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A portrayal of stricken grief,
Chiseled divinely in polished stone.
Cold from the touch of time.

Her youthful face slightly leans,
Over the lifeless body of Christ,
As he drapes...

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