Liquified in an elixir
Of eloquence
I seek asylum
For I am an asylum seeker
Seeking for the one and only true Elysium
But will my eolian language
Be enough and not only
Reach daft ears? I hope not!
Yet, I do so fear my eolian tongue
Be too hot and untranslatable
Worse, unheard of
I get so caught up in the moment,
I find myself inside a bubble
Floating upward, and onward
Floating higher Into Infinity
and beyond. . .
Categories:
eolian, mystery,
Form: Free verse
I see the night crawl in. Covering all the colour with dark. I hear the wind whistle its hymns and see trees dance to the eolian tunes and distant dog barks.
The fading light sees the end to so many fading lives. The tears out there being cried to pain now known and suffered long throughout this night.
I close my eyes to the dark sky. I listen intently to the winds. I hear the creak of metals in sway and loose lids banging on garbage bins. I hear the power of the breeze skimming over the fields. The rush of water in rivers deep and it’s just such a privilege to hear and feel these things.
Then I open up my eyes to see stars and a cold arc of white moon. I realise that this life is so precious, each breath, each thought, memory and love - because they’re all gone way too soon.
Categories:
eolian, age, appreciation, beauty, dark,
Form: Free verse
The Poets Plucker….. Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Here in my cold lonely bed I ponder my all
I have FEARS in SOLITUDE of being alone
DEJECTION of my love had pierced my heart…..yet
THE NIGHTINGALE sings lustily a cheerful tune
My consciousness behaves as EOLIAN HARP
as Coleridge poem suggests full of delusion
So through opaque glass my window I cannot see
FROST AT MIDNIGHT has now spoilt for me this vision
So with dejection, curl into a foetal ball
hiding In THIS LIME-TREE BOWER A PRISON MAKE
I await my fate, wondering will my heart heal
Will I from my ongoing pity…soon awake
penned 5 February 2017
Categories:
eolian, pain, passion,
Form: Quatrain
You eolian vine
Eve, a lion in you
In you Eve a loin
I nail Eve on you
I lain Eve on you
I you a lone vine
You- no naive lie
A union oily, Eve
Aye, olive union
Yea, olive union
I love you Annie
Categories:
eolian, fun,
Form: I do not know?