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In vertigo of night, in their riddled trance
Boldness of petals melt on washed-out shades,
As faces etch a quiet gloom in varied hues
Capturing splashed oil, neutral and bright
While I gaze longingly at a portrait…
Man and wife , as if holding a child almost
Unseen …hidden through a float of blue-white.
Through dimming pain, a view lights up for a time
Where orange of moonlight quietly slips
Amid this rosette outburst and aching gray,
With blossoms strewn along pale candlelight…
How languid colors begin to mold my thoughts
Drowning in a pang of loneliness… I ask
In silence..are the couple ,the babe dying?...dead?
And the fusion of tender, lonely motif allows me
To weep inside, captive in a gasping moan... the kind
Which shapes a tone between life and elegy.
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Frank Herrera's Contest: YOUR PERSONAL BEST of 2016
Written 5/09/2016 Re-submitted 10/18/2016
POTD Awardee
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Inspiration from the painting, Les Amoureux en Gris
Artist: Expressionist, Marc Chagall ( illustration included)
Lord,
In the midst of this confusion, I
find myself tethered
not only to these damp walls
but also to the adoration
of my own predicament.
How utterly divine,
to speak my descent into madness
with the solemnity
of a Shakespearean tragedy.
The genesis of these scribbled confessions,
it eludes me, lost in the fog of my own folly.
Was there a grand epiphany?
A moment of clarity amidst the chaos,
that compelled me to pray to you?
Or did I simply succumb to
the gravitational pull of gratitude,
seeking solace in the world of errors
that has become my life?
It all began with a knock,
a mundane interruption in the poverty
of my existence. My uncle's friend, they said,
a shadowy figure whose presence looms over me,
making me want to reach out
and make love to him.
I thank you for his existence.
Locked within these walls, I have become
both captive and captor, birthing tales
of woe and whimsy
with each stroke of my lover.
The whip, once a symbol of pain and punishment,
now holds the honour of being
my darling's favourite instrument,
its sting a reminder of the affection
that he showers me with.
Days blur into nights, and still,
I find myself ensnared
in the tangled web of my own neediness.
Memories flicker
like poorly lit scenes in a slapstick comedy,
leaving me to wonder
if there was ever a time
before this madness gripped me.
Did I once long for freedom, or
have I always been a willing participant
in this circus of Eros?
The police may come soon,
their voices echoing like the laugh track
of the poorly scripted sitcom
my love unfortunately enjoys watching.
Part of me prays for them to turn away.
For in the depths of my captivity,
I have discovered a love that defies reason.
A love born
from the most unconventional of circumstances.
And so, I will continue to write,
these entries a testament to the dream
that has become my reality.
For even in the midst of mania,
there is romance to be found.
Even in the arms of my captor,
there is warmth.
Thank you,
for this blissful hell.
Katrina
Hooray! First of May!
We knew it was coming, a ritual Dad
Performed once-a-year, still
I always sensed the moment, when we
Were a captive audience, he would
Strike! the air would fairly Çrackle!
Me, my brother & sister would stiffen
In preparation to cringe! acting cool,
While our minds were clawing at the
Car windows
(a favorite spot for him to drop-it)
Mom would blush and feign shock,
While slinging a "soldier boy" (he was)
Glance his way, eye contact
Accomplished...
Ones thoughts would wander, shiver &
Shudder!
"Hooray! first of May! outdoor sex begins
Today!"
The routine changed in timbre & timing
As years moved on, but Dad's spirit never
Wavered...gallant and brave, a true
Gentleman, pirate-to-the-core!
I'll place my daily-am phone call to Mom
After inking this poem, she'll be expecting
It, I won't let her down! a toast to the
Greatest camp-master I ever knew!
Mom'll still laugh a bit! & we'll recount
Dad's bold & brazen yearly declaration!
I hope
Many more times
05/01/19
6:19am
And then the snow came whispering
“Death to all fragile things in root!”
Brute force aided by ice ages legacy
Fall to the place where zeros go
To war zeros plunge far below barometers
March off with visions of marigolds immortality
In measure, conjuring up lost worlds
Like magicians who make things disappear
And into history things go missing
Prisoners of their own devices cry
Flowers should know better then to grow
In environments less hospitable than Earth
Frozen hell is no place to raise their young
Shivering becomes unworthy of a word
Temperatures like cold keep tumbling
Planets and plants know their depths
Which takes them to new lows
Conditions not worthy of them both
“And Now!” “Uproot yourselves!” “Come with me!”
There will be no soothing rain today
No season to remember geraniums
No reason to remain oblivious to oblivion
Asteroids could end things quickly
But snow keeps drifting on the lawn
Capturing a fragrance at the core
Flowers have no where to go
Pain awaits the frozen hour
Have you no shame?
Have you no dignity?
It is Winter just the same
Time to hold pretty flowers captive
And accountable for their actions
They come in many different sizes
Different colors, different cuts
All purebred from Poodle planet
No mixing of Martian mutts
Innocently enough we let them into our homes
Now with too many it is to little to late
We've been taken captive without even knowing
By Poodles from Outer Space
Soon, very soon to take over it all
Ruling the world of common man
Getting us to do their bidding at every call
Has all along been their dastardly plan
Leading us to believe that we are the Masters
But what is really behind the bark
And what's up with all the tail wagging
Just waiting it out while playing their cards
And the crazed frenzy in all of the yapping
That they do while roaming in packs
Is just giving away their location
So the Mother Ship knows where they are at
As it continues to circle our planet
In the unassuming shape of a Milk-Bone
The Alien Poodles are in cahoots with Purina
Google it, you'll see I'm not wrong
Years ago they first landed in France
Where quickly they blended in
From there is where they ventured out
Into all the major Continents
Now in every corner of the world
In all of its crooks and crannies
Saying hello to those in the know wherever they go
By their Planet's greeting...the sniffing of fanny
Yes, they are Poodles from Outer Space
So toss that dog a bone
If you ever wonder who is in charge
And who it is that's owned...
I have 3 Poodles that own me...
I swear they're Aliens...
Son, for sure that was a blissful day;
When bawling you were passed into our arms,
To be creators of this fragile babe,
To hold another being's captive charm,
As no scriptures will record these miracles,
So let me pen some worthy notes of praise,
So in my age I'll look again and smile,
Re-living moments of fantastic times:
That you were born to us in perfect form;
That you had too been blessed with sturdy health;
That you did in your youngest years stay calm;
And did not seek to grow too soon to man;
That you did keep that loving child in you;
Who still would seek the comfort of our arms;
That you did hold that honest bargain true;
We, supportive parents of respectful child;
You, toiling consciously for our desires;
That you did heed those lessons that we shared;
Born from a wisdom of advanced years;
That you found time to light up hearts with care;
Whom fate had made less fortunate than yourself.
So that, on graduation day you did move all,
Who felt the artistry in your recital,
As black caps rained and cheers flew high,
Our hearts were filled with overwhelming pride.
There is One I’ll never know
but someday maybe get to show
the light within me shine.
He’s like a star up in the sky
burning bright and unreachably high,
lighting this way of mine.
He’s not the only One up there,
there’s half a dozen just as fair,
but this one stands apart,
for being One who’s captive glow
could make a spark inside me grow,
to show the world my heart.
Does this One I’ll never know
realize the way he glows,
seemingly just for me,
has been the source of a guiding light
in nights of poets quiet plights
of Silent mystery?
I’ll never shine as bright as he
or be the star he’ll always be
guiding us from blindness
but the One I know I’ll never know
I’ll someday maybe get to show
reflections of his kindness.
A simple thank you, Silent One, for inspiring travelers
through the world of word.
J Minor
Jan 2020
Fate holds her captive within its embrace,
drifting through the fabric of time and space.
For swaddled in an ebony cocoon,
She can't shed her wings till the next full moon.
Her beauty emphasizes her sad state,
a creature of feelings; she chose her fate.
And defiant to the bitter-sweet end,
she remains rigid, refusing to bend.
She'd fallen in love with a mortal man,
and thus, her descent from on high began.
For fairies have to be above such things,
or lose their magic and gossamer wings.
She should not have let this affair begin,
returning his love was a grievous sin.
But her heart's desire would not be denied:
for her love was impossible to hide.
Shedding her wings and immortality:
her passion overrides reality.
And she trades her wings for a human heart;
even though it is tearing her apart.
We have turned this entire earth into a senseless graveyard through ignorance and fear,
people are afraid to say YES to life, afraid to listen to the deep laws of their BEING,
afraid to surrender to the direct experience of life as if to a purifying stream,
remaining forever captive in the clutches of cultural conditioning that drowns them in shadows,
they are sick and sad, drained of their precious vitality,
a whole generation of people severed from the sacred, from the essence of life that pulses divinely.
I know, I was there for many years, a prisoner of my own walls,
where dreams flutter like butterflies in the net of ignorance, without flying towards the light,
where the heart longs to feel the wind of truth but fears the storms,
where the soul searches for springs of meaning in deserts of conventions and illusions,
and each day is an echo of an unlived life, a refrain of a forgotten song.
But now I look into the depths of being, seeking the hidden light,
and I want to shout YES to life, to embrace universal laws with open arms,
to lose myself in the vibrant tumult of moments untainted by fears,
to feel the warmth of the sacred resonating in my veins like an ancient hymn,
and to free myself from the chains of conditioning, dancing in the rain of rediscovered freedom.
So let us awaken from the deep sleep in which we have been submerged,
let us turn our ear to the calls of our being, listen to the whispers of the wind,
let us embrace our own vitality with courage and unconditional love,
and reconnect our generation with forgotten sacredness, with life itself,
for only then can we transform the graveyard into a garden and fear into eternal love.
Travel with me and enter
into the flower carpeted mountain meadows
of my youth;
Lose yourself in the wild beauty which resides within
God's tinted skies of yellow and vermouth.
Vested memories held captive by eidetic moments,
"Oh blessed beating heart, "
enter the flowered thoughts of a poet's nest, delve into the
sanctuary of God's Grace,
for it is here that you belong.
Seen through the eyes, felt with the heart
ensconced with a soul your free to roam,
inside roads less traveled, where timeless voices
are heard, through the echoes of all time.
You belong to the One who has given you,
both shape and creed.