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Fragile Steps
Fragile feet broken-in, glass slippers
waltzing through the ballroom.
The sweep of a cerulean gown,
charming, with angel wings.
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Broken inside, fatherless, feathers
fall around her - weeping. Bullies - dressed
like sisters, tango around her tresses.
Pulling...teasing, stepmother leading.
Ribbons unwound.
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Her pulse exulting, as the prince
whirls her around the room.
Jealous fans, fluttering, like eyelashes,
in time to the music, unmoved.
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Scheming scorn of familial-pretense.
Sorrowful chores meant to torture
and keep her fragile heart inside,
as they depart for the Prince’s ball.
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Her reflection, rare in beauty
shines in precious glass
of chandelier, as if
she, was its magnificent light source.
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Sitting amidst the cinders,
cold wind rinses the ashes
from her countenance.
A grand dame stands before her.
Salutation of wand.
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Dizzy and drawn
out into the lovely gardens,
the Prince kisses her tender lips.
Impression of charm and lost slipper
as midnight comes and goes.
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She steps breathless
into a pumpkin-colored carriage.
The grand dame kisses her cheek,
“You shall see him again”
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Furious and frenetic,
the “Steps” return,
mocking the humble jewel
who scrubs their smudges from the floor.
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Shrieking glass falls
as the stepmother’s fortune crashes.
For the Prince comes bearing tidings -
holding a serendipitous glass slipper.
One sister’s feet too long.
The other sister’s feet too fat.
But Ella’s feet, slide in like butter,
and the engagement ring
upon her fragile fingers,
ensure no one will bully her anymore.
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The kingdom’s token subjects
in that small room,
bow their noses to the ground.
Fragile minds
forfeit
their happily ever after.
10/16/2017
Contest: Fragile
my four walls are invisible, they cannot be seen
but they are thick, wide and deep after all these years
each board, each nail, a sorrow, a tear, a grief
I hide myself within these self-made high walls
secluded, concealed, my secret refuge from the world
I am safe within my box, I cannot be hurt in my fortress . . .
my box, my fortress has no ceiling and I can see the azure sky
the falling rain washes over me, the wind speaks to me, softly
snow, I gather like a pure white blanket
and my mind takes me to wonderful places, far off lands
and my fantasies are breathless and beautiful
and I write poetry, pages and pages, fluttering away
oh my box is a special place where tranquility dwells . . .
but sometimes, oh dark the journey, I visit death
down winding roads and I am a beautiful girl floating wispy
my long raven hair flowing like a cloud around me
and I stand before tombs, tombs and tombs
and those beneath the cold earth come to me
weeping we kiss until the light of dawn takes me away
back to my four walls, my box, my fortress with no ceiling . . .
and when I must venture into the real world, I wear a mask
a mask of happiness, I can never let anyone see
the pain within, it would shatter their hearts forever
oh my soul and heart are broken for all infinity, this is written
there has been too much death, too much sorrow, just too much
you have no idea, dear reader, you can even fathom it . . .
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February 19, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/these four walls
Copyright Protected, ID 16-759-533-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Four Walls
Sponsor, C.T.
Second Place
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Submitted to the contest, Second Place Contest
sponsor, Laura Loo
Seventh Place
Life is never a planned ride
on a magical carpet,
that awakens jasmine
dreams lost in the brisk air.
We weave our own
zest of zephyr,
to tailor-stitch a tapestry;
buttoned with zeal,
cuff-linked with faith,
designed in silence~
fragranced with forgiveness...
We forget to appreciate
dusky clouds carrying
crooning rainbows,
when mists of memories,
shroud the lemongrass lace
of velvety eventides~
As twisted thoughts wade
through a lachrymose
web of thistles~
skies drizzle
tear-stained diamonds.
There was a time
when my consciousness
refused to seek
mulberry streaks
of halcyon light,
flickering beyond
cluttered chaos
carved in confusion,
for I've long waltzed
through drowsy darkness~
that circles around
the kundalini spirits,
stealing sacred energy
like vicious vultures
intoxicated by the
fickle flavors of
fleeting seasons.
I ponder, would I have
found clarity, if I had
abandoned the
bleeding dreariness
that dragged me
towards an abyss of angst?
Perhaps, I shall find the
sunsets that slumber
behind wintry eyes,
to heal this ebony skin
that hides bruised veins.
So tonight as I listen
to the rain serenade
the silence that swirls
between my
aching heartbeats,
I find serenity cascade
like whistling waterfalls,
calming inner-fears,
as I let go of the shadows
lurking behind the
angels that guard
enticing temptations,
tethered by false narratives.
Here in the rising glows
of ineffable moonlight,
I've seen the seven-stars
sparkling around auroras,
dancing to the symphonies
of truth interwoven with
rouge reveries of
today's twilight,
wiping away whiffs of
yesterday's blurred visions,
and unseen truth of tomorrows,
as the choir of mindfulness
orchestrates a
magnolia melody,
where every infinite rhythm
reflects the virtuous sound
of butterfly bliss
fluttering~
along mirthful chambers,
within the sobriety of my heart.
Aphrodite, immortal, enthroned in wonder,
Sky-daughter, webstress of love schemes, I entreat you
not to break my spirit with pangs of anguish,
Queen, Lady, Mother,
but now come to me, if in the past you ever
also heeded me when I cried from afar, and,
leaving behind the golden house of your father
Zeus, you descended
borne in a chariot yoked to a flock of lovely
sparrows flying fast over earth’s black richness,
thickly fluttering wings leading you a passage
through bright mid-heaven,
soon arriving, and you, O supreme in blessing,
eternity’s smile gleaming from your expression,
asked me now this time what again I suffered,
what did I pray for,
what beyond all else I would want to happen
with all my love-maddened heart: “Who now needs persuasion
to be led back to your affection? Who is it,
Sappho, who hurts you?
Though she now may run, she will soon pursue you;
now she may spurn gifts, but she soon will give them;
now she feels no love, but she soon will feel it,
even unwilling.”
Come to me this time again: act as my deliveress
from this mastering pain, and, as the fulfiller
of everything that my passion hopes for, take your
stand as my ally.
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— translated from the Greek by Jon Corelis
The YouTube video is my musical setting of this poem performed by Beth Ratay.
Do you know the mystical, Rainbow magical-loves looking all dazzle-lee?
Their brilliant smiles and expressions of pure love upliftingly jazzily?
Hidden among the earthling blue-bloods who might misunderstand.
Dancing on Mother Spirit Wind, in a melodious band.
Shaken out on special holidays, and enjoyed in fauna’s and floras,
Well-known by the faith-filled ones who can sense their imaginative auras.
Some come disguised as flowers, others are pixies or songs.
They often lurk in treetops, tinkling and flickering along.
As young children, the blue bloods appreciated the Rainbow magical-loves so.
At what age they began forgetting to believe in them we truly do not know.
The blowing of a dandelion seed, a fluttering hummingbird’s wing,
the hearty laugh of a blue blood’s two-year-old, at a pretty robin’s sing,
our rainbow earthlings guard every plant, animal, and fairy, to which they cleave.
The only job you have as a blue blood is to remember how to child-like believe.
The song of dawn leaves a spider's web in dew
Its silken threads bejeweled in morning light
The opulence of the sky in golden hue
Causes birds to exult in chirps of delight
With an impetus to find nectar's embrace,
Where flowers adorn gardens with beauty and grace
Butterflies give each flower a tender kiss
As they enjoy the taste of nature's bliss
Fluttering between the chasm of earth and sky
they dance upon the summer breeze
The vicarious heart of a child flies high
As he chases after them with ease
Running after an endless summer dream
Catching rays of sunshine's gleam
Making a mockery of impossible schemes
Getting his heart's desire as he so deems
~
8-19-18
Eight Word Challenge-8 Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
To let go of reality . . . with mozart playing
I close my eyes and I am a beautiful blue bird fluttering
Drifting on the wind, I soar
Over emerald valleys deep and cold streams winding
My wings tremble and quiver
Upon a weeping willow with her hanging head, I rest
And I dip my beak into the cold aqua water
This is the power of music
It will take you far from your reality- if you let it
High above I look down on a flower meadow
Hover, then glide on a cool breeze
Truly, I am a blue bird fluttering
A forest with a cathedral dome embraces me with love
I want to stop and pray and do sing a blue bird song
A cliff high and a garden lovely
I just let go . . . of reality
And float in a sweet reverie with no pain or sorrow
The music is my soul
My muse the wings that flutter
Sublime and divine is this dance
Spinning, twirling, whirling, twisting
A tangle of my imagination and mozart, entwine, mingle
Then, I am falling, falling, falling
Back into my earthly reality . . . .
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May 18, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/Letting Go of Reality
Copyright Protected, ID 16-791-719-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Reality
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
Third place
Despite the peril,
Our love isn’t sterile
We are a fine pair…
Then, strikes the despair…
I’m sorry I was unprepared…
Our love cannot be shared…
I’m despaired…torn apart…
From the start, have a heart
Her touch of her hands…
Are like birds fluttering and flocking…at ease, so please don’t stop flying today
In such liberating lands
Her voice vibrates vivaciously, interlocking vibes of vibrant violin vanities…echoing away
Her poetic passion blossoms like maroon-pink flowers in spring…
Her branches sink to the ground and the roots of her being is to bring…
Down the forbidden, nostalgic and sorrow-ridden individuals she was infatuated with and had a special, unique adoration and ravishing devotion towards them
She is a gracious, glorious cave-emboldened gem, shining triumphantly in the midst of Bethlehem
Mending all wounds, meddling and fiddling with guitars of gratitude along the way
She frolicked in the woods of my mindset and sipped away the regret…her tears overflowing with dismay
But, then she fearlessly stood up after a grand fall
She shall never be left in appall, her appealing, revealing voice of awe is her final battle call
She wanted so immensely to be intimate with her true love
The first kiss didn’t work out as planned and it came amiss to her heartstrings
She plucked dandelions of lamentation from her lips of heaven Above
She’s a mistress of distress and can come across as a butterfly with beautiful, lovely and precious wings
Despite the peril,
Our love isn’t sterile
We made our share of love
Then, strikes the despair of…
Such an emaculate, endearing and shimmering snow dove
Our love isn’t dull
She is Queen of beauty after all
She is crowned Queen of beauty after all
Deep green, the trees move slowly in the breeze, as I pass through this lazy wood. The day grows cool with the taste of snow in the evening twilight. The leaves caress my skin like soft feathers as I move in measured pace past the longing wings of the forest. My travels have left me gently fluttering through this lost landscape of solitude, bereft of soul and lost of body, when there, I saw you. Your gentle rosy cheeks peeking timidly from behind veils of verdant foliage. Drawing closer I gazed upon your demure countenance. Your soft perfect petals warming me and, you, coyly gazing into my eyes. You gently weep your desire as I draw near, but to pluck your fragrant flower would undo me; so, I must return to my path and leave your tears untouched. I travel the road that leads my heart and leads me to beauty and love. With no destination to my final journey, I know this road shall return me to you.
dancing leaves of green
hide perfect fuchsia petals
longing dreams of you
11/27/15
While I gaze in your eyes, cool cerulean blue,
Sifting night, straining stars through morning’s sweet dew,
I can fathom the depths of empyreal skies,
Angels fluttering by, riding wild butterflies
While I gaze in your eyes, changing, aqua-blue greening,
I’m sucked into chasms, cascading, careening,
And yield to enticements which meekly disarm,
Seeping virtuous beauty, sad sensuous charm
While I gaze in your eyes, bleeding fiery blue
Ever tempting with treasures, with pleasures for two,
Being caught at the core of a blazing sapphire
Possessing, enthralling, aflame with desire
While I gaze in your eyes, misty emeralds, deep green,
Veiling laughter and banter, and echoes between,
Then I dream, so it seems, in whatever the place,
Of your scent, of your breath, of your radiant face
While I gaze in your eyes, at times placidly blue,
Near’ as calm as the weirs in the woods all bedewed,
Forty winks relegate to a shimmering lake,
Gently floating on lilies, while waiting to wake
While I gaze in your eyes, caught engulfed in the greens
And consigning my fate unto verdant ravines,
My reactions, at length, become shyer and shyer
Reminiscent of ravens at risk in the briar
While I gaze in your eyes, restless, hesitant blues
Overwhelming sensations with turbulent hues,
I’m succumbing to waves of a storm battered sea,
Being cast like a plank, never meant to be free
While I gaze in your eyes, shadowed, Midnight Lake green
Glowing hazy with dreams, misty thoughts so serene,
Sudden silence befalls me, a fast sinking stone,
Looming lost in your eyes, I am never alone
While I gaze in your eyes, saddened, lachrymal blue,
Spilling trickles of rain, pearls obscuring your view,
I’ll attend to your anguish and feelings morose,
Lightly kissing your tears, touching, holding you close
While I gaze in your eyes, pulsing infinite green
Of the earth and of heaven and all in between,
It is simple to see that my hands can hold all
Of the treasures I find which so humbly enthral
While I gaze in your eyes, when they’re bountifully blue,
I’m reminded, love’s lightning is granted to few...
While I gaze in your eyes, when they’re blindingly green,
I’m reminded, love’s lightning cannot be foreseen...
Yet I hope... and I wait...