I’ve been trying to dispel shivers of grey
For today there is beating of wings towards me
And I’m surrounded in suffocating bits of uncertainty
Seeing dark in the quotidian shadows calling out names
I cry meritorious to change the ominous forms lent
Instead to see them dancing gossamery friends
I see the welcome spill in amber dulcet light
Glinting star wishes tapping upon my scared shoulder
Teasing effervescence softens my dark horizon shinning
Bodies swaying as does a palm frond wave with grace
I tiptoe across the bridge to grab onto offered hands
Feel the dark tumble-down cobweb crusted steps
As day break beckons in a crystalline perfect rose
The morning now to measure with uplifted glad heart
Fear not the solitude enfolded within but rejoice the day
1st Place
Brians select 8 June 8 2020
within the parting of titian stained skies
a wisp of crimson elapses from sight
as a gossamery wind amplifies
lullabies falling limpid in hushed night
beneath the willow, i watch as it weeps
then cradle myself in its fragile limbs
'tis there that most forgotten memories seep
as the salty spray of loneliness brims
you reach out...a shadow in lambent light
i feel death's touch upon you through night's air
with wings wide open you take off in flight
unable to free me of this nightmare
this willow tree, though once my childhood crutch
tucks me in its folds, like a mother's touch
December 27, 2019
Best Sonnet of 2019 Contest
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Today, although the air is still, I find
yesterday's essence still tarries along
in the consciousness of my own mind
yet gossamery is what once blew strong
faded are memories of breathless sighs
once carried on breezes of love's firm hold
where summer never wiped dry her own eyes
or saw her color fall in leaves of old
reflections dance in the smoke of night's air
shadowing the once exposed in her veil
yet as the fog lifts, I still see us there
naked in the hold of a breeze, less stale
we linger in the thoughts of yesterday
alive, only by memory today.
i have seen the pale horse
unmask your face
color it white
till you blended with him
like a blank stare of the moon
his hooves beat in a heart
where silence now falls
as a gossamery wind
caught my breath
beneath the still of yours
his pace separated our worlds
through the eternal place of his own
your soul temporized within his passage
into partings of darkness
drawn through shades of eyes
that once could blink away fog
yet now lost the ability to do so
under the seal of fate
I have seen the indurated clay
that holds you tight
yet your shadows tramp my mind
as if it were a common street
these vivid memories hook my thoughts
as if fifty bucks could own my soul
curse you, even in death
your immortality still robs
choking me of every breath
my scars harbor your death
i close my eyes to these blocks of mind
your soul still owns...
I resurrect the pale horse, curse him
yet place him higher than the stone walls
or granite that bears your name
and kiss nothingness at your grave
my mind becomes calm again
but my roots remain twisted
beneath the silence of your wind
yet i curse you
and i curse him
the same!
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