Two hours in her closet grew thin,
And her patience even more.
Each dress a "no," nerves start to show,
And her date is at the door.
She snags a sundress off the floor,
And sandals for her feet,
A quick brush through her hair,
And downstairs to meet—
Her young man, who looks up
To unabashedly stare.
A moment she’s frozen
With a "do I even dare?"
Then a smile and indrawn breath,
The boy is surely smitten.
The irony of her dressing escapades
Seems so perfectly befitten.
Ooh La La.
Benign Bliss Burn
The kindling catches where opposites meet
light shadow bitter sweet the indrawn breath
before the plunge my ribs crack open like a seed
split by its own green urgency this is not death
but something rawer the body saying yes
to its unmaking watch how fire gentles
what it takes the way August burns the valley brass
and still the grasses bow grateful every particle
remembers its first fusion that stellar Yes
before the cosmos learned the word for No
So when your hand finds mine in the downpour
when the charge between us grounds and grounds again
I recognize this the lightnings tender violence
the hearts insistence that all breaking is a door
we are the rain becoming steam becoming rain
each form a forgetting each forgetting deliverance
The blaze says soften the wound says more
and breath by breath I learn the ancient discipline
of burning without smoke of heat that holds no scorn
of standing in the fire until the fire is worn
Prancing peacock
Taking in the sunshine of dawn,
Prancing peacock
Calling its mate by its honk-squawk,
Its plush plumage makes you look on,
You gaze at it with breath indrawn,
Prancing peacock.
I was awed by the noise..As breath indrawn.? Of mighty
Giants in unseen form..' immediatly after grew the
Vivid lemon walls..towering ramparts a firestorm! fissures
Of red, glints of blue..With a marching noise a crecendo
That grew..Then the road before us began to move as
All types of creatures; as if in a torrent flew.' Snakes and goannas rats and mice, wallabys you name it? All in a trice! no
Animal lingered! or fought with another' they were escaping
From the powerfull flames that smotherd..The octane roar drowned
Your senses alright..!! Sugar cane fields ablaze at night.!!
I'll always remember the workers nearby with machtes at their
Smoko's and that lurid sky.'
The spider
Two
Indrawn
Disguise is
Its head
Its heart
It's eyes
Surprise is.
Three petals down, I feel moss-grown...
Nightcore is the tempestuous phrase,
She feels withdrawn, I reclose,
He indrawn his heart, I disclose...
Until this night is over,
All alone, I can't fight my fear,
Trapped in my anxiety, I battle the four walls,
Fragile piety, am a wrecked gall...
Snugged in my heart, infinitely a hold to.
Life's so abundant with misery,
nature's practicing metamorphosis,
generously tense and uptight, lifts
no lightness, steady with its frost.
Gray is the Sun, trenchant clouds,
rustles of trees reveal the night,
entering but dispossessed. I hear
strange voices cry, shadows cross the path
close press us unaware, a silhouette
salutes the eye, its curtain drawn.
Let there be darkness, darkness illuminating
darkness, we cannot aid or mitigate, ask
no beauty to intercede. This cramped moment
is not mine to give, though far apart from
worshiper's time, Spring's spirit. Still
is the time, its folded garment by no motion
stirred, fabricated remnants fled to sky,
no thunder peels through the absence,
life was once so abundant, sustained
in open fortitude, spirit flowing, hopes flying,
the raindrops loitering like domes of pink and purple,
their buffet gone, fraught with pain, quicker than
breath indrawn. Spirit alone can regenerate a
safe haven, lessen the convolutions vast,
lift up again hope's incapacitated body, reeling
under the torrent.
throwback and forth
moments
indrawn moments
when the cave
returns to haunt
taunt
the soft thing
once wild uncomplicated beast
that knew the taste of warm. raw meat
whose roar would, make
the modern Ms.
twist and hide
and does
feel her stretch
to tear the bonds of flesh
that bind her to this century
she is not long gone
but bids her time
her time...no matter when that is.
The air is clear & crisp its feel
While foliage full, the trees are still
A breath indrawn my senses tell!
I dread December as the devil dreads hell.
© Joe Maverick
A distant dampness wrings the air.
A weight most profound presses chest
as indrawn breath holds silent;
in the stonehedge of overwhelming gloom.
So, the mighty have fallen
auguries of a mortal doom.
Without missive,
bluestone bones, stanchions silhouette
onto a plane of pastel sky.
Gargantuan, they rise, a tomb.
So, the mighty have fallen
auguries of a mortal doom.
Brittle brown blood expunged
by millennium three,
the still, symbolic, oak forest rises.
Frozen sarsens, five, forming an open grove.
Megaliths beaconing a golden eastern dawn
So, the multitude will rise within the circle
without earthly substance, soul;
through green grasslands loam
ashen augury of a different tome.
Descriptions in a Leaf
An ever expanding moment
Deciphering equilibrium
Encrypting chaos
Convergence spilling outward
Breathing indrawn gasp wave staccato’s
The designs intricacies
Pandemonium of links
Events
Patterns cast on scenic sentience
Picks out the radiance atonement
Perception floating
Anchoring on that moment
Refracts the clues resonance
On an equal curve
Spiraled inward
In countless deliveries
Of green
Imparted memories
Veined in the dissection
Of atomic anatomy
Splitting sun solar systems
Initiating
The retinal collisions
Of sight defined edges
Blades poised
Suffuses viridian
Hangs there connected
Descriptions in a leaf
A chill wind bites coyly at exposed necks,
not yet draped in tourniquets of wool.
A wrapping of white, buries ribbons of asphalt.
The ways fills with metallic horsepower.
Goblets of slush like spittle fall, splat,
upon once virginal snowfields.
The rape of Winter had begun.
Rutting like rabid beasts in heat,
the roadways lay revealed before the power of the storm.
Cumulous clouds belch from grills of chrome.
As Winter like the Sabine Women, weapon in hand,
pummels the oncoming horde with icicles.
Power falls from an angry, cloud-filled, sky
weighty and white, Winter defends herself.
The surge of day brings forth an endless tide of travelers;
trampling her breast, ravaging, the once pristine vista;
shredding the thin veil of purity, only the Goddess brings;
laying waste, in mounds of mud like filth, The Mother.
She curls inward. Her indrawn breath freezes gears
grinding, screeching, shrieking the earth succumbs.
In snow like ash she lays vanquished.
Half Past Eternity ( France 2000 heading to Spain )
Hush late night
I’m not driving home
Sleepy slow
The thrum of wheels
In an orange lane light glow
Whispers through the window
All autumn leaves and vodka
Days first hint squints through
Nothing but stillness hits the air
To music shattering
The moments mesmerized hum
“What time is it ?” she asks
and leaning on the steering wheel
I am forced to smile
Its not peace or depth
With which she filled me
Or the whispering of the tyres
Eating up their miles
But the breath indrawn as she wakes
“What time is it ?” she asks
Leaning back in the day breaking
Her seat still empty
Yawns to stretch her dreams away
Overtaking the engine humming
My dogs panting keeping time
Is it happening ?
And I pass the edge
The road sweeps the wind open
And I drive beyond the horizon
“What time is it ?”
and I have to smile answering
“Its been a long while”
but drowsy has got to slow
and now its time for her to go
“What time is it ?”
and I answer her softly
“Hey my love, where have you been
“Its only half past eternity”
In the Shade of Half Eclipse
Silence…………………………………………….
Portent breathing
Light diffuse
Scattering bird song
Silence……………………………………………
Indrawn momentum
She held
Prophecy by hands cling
To premonition
Light fading
Dispersal of half moon shadow
Reaped by tufted grass
So hushed………………………………………..
Encumbered by trepidation
Shade deepening
Held by half eclipse
Nature freed by expectations darkness
Half moon shadow
Half moon light
Unveiled the fairy land
Still as a summer's morn
Still as the heart..love lorn
Still as the veiled dawn-
Still as a heart that mourns
Still as a portrait drawn
Stll as memories..time-worn-
Still as ambition...indrawn
Still as a promise...forsworn
Still as an idea...inborn.
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