Inhales Poems

Toccata and Fugue in D Minor

It begins with a sky-split cry—
a blade of wind slicing the stillness,
gulls scattering like torn pages
as the sea holds its breath.
Then comes the first thunderstroke,
not from clouds, but from below—
the ocean remembering its anger.

The sea begins to speak in tongues—
lightning dances across the waves.
The ocean surges, climbs the wind,
rising in spiraled towers of spray—
a mind awakening, immense and wild.

The wind and sea lock arms and spin—
a wild, ecstatic pas de deux.
Every crest collides with thunder,
every trough inhales the sky.
The air is stitched with broken wings,
a fugue of fury, flawless, divine.

The storm forgets its name—
its fury slackens into sighs.
Waves collapse with whispered awe,
and the wild wind of prophecy,
wanders now in broken circles.
Salt mist weeps from sky to sea.

A golden thread divides the clouds—
light returns on cautious feet.
The sea lies spent but still it stirs,
gathers fragments of the sky
and lays them gently on its swells,
as if remembering how to sing.

Snapshot

Snapshot! - a shutter impales,
a life to clicks, betwixt inhales and exhales.
Light into pixels, bloodshot in frames
kidnapped for a ransom of sometimes soon.

Snap! - a dry twig fractures under boot,
its echo resounding in forest shot.
Too brittle is the log of memories
we captured when we said we won't.

Shot! - the Sheriff, not the Deputy,
for he blinked and she pulled a face.
Both instantly aged by taking photos
of bygones not let it be, that refused to fade.

Snap! - of fingers cracked the hush,
a starter’s pistol shot with less smoke.
Called all and sundry to attention,
before all duck-dived for cover behind hands.

Between! - the blinks of eyelid snaps on eyes,
the video of endless life lives on,
in the stares and glares of film not shot freelance, 
in a trance that freedom can ever be believed.

How to Make Love to a Didgeridoo 100

She inhales the aurora,
breath laced with frozen with light speed
Pulsar fingers stretch through cirrus gauze,
her bodice bending like solar flares.

Astronaut 
A quasar shudders behind her lips,
erupting across the event horizon.

Space folds—
she unspools like a nebula unraveling,
luminous in the underworld 
aphrodisiac of your vanilla fragrance

Brambles Of Thought

Framed moments zoom, a night of review
as vignettes glide on frazzled woodland
     of her mindscape like leaves  brushed
 in violet before moonlight’s  pause.

Every motion, every image bursts
   into tints of  life- stages...
Embers within  her flash: a peachy tot
screaming for jelly ; eighth birthday flops, 
     escaping from the party clown— 

How the mirrors of light enter the marrow
     and gracefully recite the stories and poems
from parental death, aborted friendships
to love’s waning kiln. The hum inside her
becomes  quiet, awake and fearless... 
she  inhales dusky  breath when musings
 fall  like twigs and brambles on her bosom.

Yet, the  air’s chill  hugs  her shadow,
moistening her thoughts, 
eyes reflecting time's montage...
    glassy  though amiably refreshed.

The Mime Learns to Speak

In a room stitched with silence,
she stands—face painted, lips sealed—
mirroring worlds with invisible walls,
a language of gestures no one translates.

Here, speech is a fragile rebellion.
Her fingers sculpt stories midair,
but the crowd wants laughter without edges,
pantomime without questions.

She remembers classrooms—
words trapped in chalk dust,
voices pressing her into corners
too tight for dreams to unfold.

But tonight, her throat hums with risk.
A single word—listen—
spills into the hush,
breaking the rhythm of practiced quiet.

They stare. The room inhales.
And she, unmasked, speaks again—
a voice cracking through the glass of stillness,
rewriting the script they gave her.

Now the walls dissolve.
The stage blooms wide with sound and breath.
A mime no more, she claims her noise,
filling the silence with her own story.

A Book Of Shadows

In between a wand and a warded space 
lies an old Book Of Shadows to embrace;

Fee fried foe thumbs, 
throw them in as the guitar strums;

Picked over hair follicles and toenails,
A few fast words followed by quick inhales;

Freeze dried pho crumbs,
throw them in as the harp hums;

Now toss in the vibrato of a ghost,
that sound is the recipe’s binding host; 

Free fly fall mums! 
Fester rich color to smack drums;

Add to that something so easily missed,
subtle allows magic to come undressed;

Fae, fire cauldrons! 
manifest the desired outcomes;

In between a wand and the hand it takes,
lies an old Book Of Shadows to embrace.

Nameless Whatever

Madly 
but above madness
I rant against dirty light
  as I stumble into obscurity.

There’s no rest for the leery.
No escape hatch in sight.
No rescue from inhuman cacophony.
Solitude exhales dust--
  inhales dark vacuum.

The sadists laugh
as I tumble into burning horizons,  
awaiting a rendezvous
   with a nameless Whatever.

A FATHER'S REGRET

How ironic life can be 
The one once deem bright light now dim 
Casting shadows of regret
A good doctor he wanted, a drunk he begets.

The father wails in silent pain  
Watching his only son with disdain
Grieving the choices that brought him here
As the son inhales another cloud of fear.

The father questions himself
Why didn’t he invest in his own wealth?  
Enjoy a well-earned feast, travel the world
Instead of pinning his hopes on his son’s word.

He had dreamed the son would be his savior
The shoulder to lean on, his final favor  
But now, as his strength fades away 
He sees those dreams crumble, day by day.

The father had hoped
The son will be his saviour
The soldier he'll learn on
When all his physicality is gone.

Tale UNTOLD --dedicated verse to Jonathan Ectonaut

Tales untold who so fights the dragon;
Blessed endowed with light that over shadows;
Rush of wins, battles crossed, racing wagon;
Blinded hunter lights the sparks;

Who am I to apologize for genocide;
Whomsoever am I to jump off bridges and fly;
Where am I as said dragon whispers in my ear;

Memory bold 
Action gold
Tales untold

In thus the tale of the unknown 
I am light bearer hero;
In this tale of the unknown;
Majestically I'm golden ;

I shine bright galaxy bright I put my sword back in my seave;
I digress history prevail my battles and challenges victory;

Earthen battles won, victory songs;
Righteous trues, obsolutes;
Triumph battles good  inhales

Memory bold 
Action gold
Tales untold

I am Soldier Victorious you haven't heard of us for real life we have already prevailed I light has shown;

              Tales untold

Black Veiled Wolf

Old means sudden pain of unknown origin
fluency of mind becomes like a foreigner.
Old means the circle has shrunk to a point
Old is ignored, like a newly minted orphan.

Old is when the glitter of friendship fades away
the aloof of acquaintance retreats into its haze.
Old is a black veiled wolf cooing like a virgin sage.
Old is the white crow cawing down the final days. 

Old is dusty gray and mountain lake cold...
the crippled myth is that it's crafted out of gold.
Old is infinite goodbyes and infrequent hellos
Old inhales its ashes, then etched onto stone...

Old is both a satin blessing and a burlap curse
Afterall we could have perished well before our birth
Old is not for the thinly veined nor the pastel hearted
Old recalls that wide-eyed child curled up inside the dark.

The Empty Room

Eight minutes in, 
dream-debut decomposing,
marred in mad mud.
Barely begun, his brutish block,
a tackle that tore through time,
trailed by the walk of shame.
Elation fades, deflation reigns,
suspended in solitude,
exiled in emptiness. 
The still dressing room droning.
He sits soaked in sweat and sorrow,
an anvil of anguish weighing down on his chest.
A downpour of despair envelopes him,
Relentless…
His dream withering in a damp corner.
He inhales the burden,
of cold crushing desolation,
agony amplified,
Loneliness lingers…

I Hear You

I hear your shallow breathing 
Groans and sharp inhales  
Of oxygen through your teeth 
Wet shoes at the 7-11 and the Chinese Zodiac 

I hear, “Can I get a room key?” 
Slamming doors and slapping skin 
More groans and one more door 
Then ours 

I hear, “She’s better than you,” 
And “I’m tired of hearing about it,” 
And, “You leaving was the best thing  
“To ever happen to me.” 

So when you sit there  
Telling me I’m the woman of your dreams 
And that I shouldn’t believe what I am hearing 
I hear you

Tea Joy

The daily dose of amiable liquid summons me for my attention.    
I allow myself a cup at sunrise to awaken my senses.
Occasionally an after-dinner remedy for my indigestion.
A reprieve for my ancient sorrows.

The scent of peppermint calms my anxiety.
Suddenly I have a vision of my two left feet performing a salsa dance! 
A period when my body and sanity are aligned, they scream their joy in anticipation of the customary pleasure. 

As the nose inhales the herbal serenity, my wrinkles relax their lines. 
The abdomen is heated and the parched throat is satisfied.
My hands keep pouring the water to revive the teabag, another of my mother’s  money-saving schemes! 
Whilst the probing mind halts its inquisitions, my spirit yells goodbye to another period of the friction we encountered.

Winter Light

Winter Light 1-25-24
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Winter Light

Winter light streaks through trees
Laughs in games of freeze tag
Plays “catch me, if you can.”
Somersaults through the frost
Bare light’s playful game plan.

Winter light streaks through trees
Dashing on north wind’s breath
Inhales scent of new snow,
Trailing saffron streamers,
Dark escapes as light flows.

Winter light streaks through trees 
Pirouettes pastel hues
Branches stretch for warm light,
Morning light bundles boughs,
Chases dark tints from night.

Winter light streaks through trees
Twirls and shouts, wild and free
Shares secrets in dawn’s shades
Tints of yellow joy zoom,
In shades like gold brocade.

Poetic Inhalation

Inhales prosaic air
muse probes breeze 
Filtering depth 
as image melees 
Drum snares the heart 
beating out dull pain 
Osmosing spores 
form finely tuned rain
Patters tap source
concept ignites
Erupts into thought
exhales and writes

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