Long Indrawn Poems

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Still Time

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.
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Form: Ballad


Premium Member The Ravishing

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.

Benign Bliss Burn

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

Premium Member Cerrig-Brudyn/The Astronomers Circle

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.

Premium Member After a harvest of queensland cane

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.'
Form: Rhyme


The Unknown Fruit

Silent waters always are said to run deep;
And looks often end up in deception
As  venturesome finds do in exception
Bring forth reward to cherish and keep 

A trekking crew found on an desolate hill
An odd tree with feathery leaves wide spread,
And plump, tempting fruits coloured  red ;
For a while the dazed gapers  all stood still ....

The younger ones rushed forth to pluck ,
Before the slower few could warn or prevent ,
And lavishly bit off with wild thrilling content ;
Wildness now overpowered the lagging ruck

Moments of ecstasy did there prevail  ;
Like the Greek heroes on the Lotos island,
Each was lost in the indrawn wonderland
And every spell was slothful and under sail

Oblivion covered up the place and time
Thoughts and senses  to  iceberg  had frozen ;
Trusted arms and fingers refused to fasten ;
Order, rhythm, and breath lost their prime

Chance and daring had brought them there
Temptation did prompt the eating of it ,
Smothering and closing all ways to quit ;
Everything lost and nothing found anywhere  !

Living has its own marked margin and domain
No courage dare cross Nature's  set  ambit :
Taste or possession of things odd is  out of wit --
Perhaps trying the forbidden fruit over again  !
Form: Lyric

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