I struck the raw edges
Jagged scraps
my shards
thunders like waves of anger
on your shore breeze sighed
to ride the wind
sunrises past my dismay
odious side of dark
souvenirs blazing
fade in
skyline silken sun song
propel blimps
orthopter wings
&
draw dusk aches
with burning shapes
& endless rapturous sinew
crimson philharmonic!
grateful life flows
beyond obvious
bestowal affection in a diamond hour
lucidness
climbing longing
velvet whispers
spectrum choir
Written: July 23, 2022
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
lucidness, appreciation, bereavement, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
Sitting silently, lonely and cold
wondering how I ever became this old
wrinkled fingers gnarled, grey hair askew
some aches and pains, quite more than a few
the mind is home, in fact it's quite sharp
never misses a beat, like playing a harp
so as my body continues to fail
lucidness remains trapped in this human jail
Categories:
lucidness, age, life,
Form: Rhyme
What is happiness but a beautiful act?
on a tightrope strode alone feigning bravery
flaunting its audience gifted talents lack?
while time proceeds its merciless journey
it’s senselessness never peering back?
like in dreams lucidness its arts beauty
confines self heedlessly to thoughts forgotten
whisked away in days languor like perfumes sweet lilac
once a memory mirrored of youths reachy lusts
but if not time whose candor trust, its essence humbles the stage
the soul bares wounds exchanged for loves bribery
rested in Promethean's casket his undying name
until earth’s fate ignites its survival aflame…
Categories:
lucidness, age, conflict, death, deep,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
Your flamboyant of a heart is of glass shards and ice
That stings like frostbite and slices like a vice
To your prey, everything seems like a perfect price
A beautiful contagion that swathes but smothers
Expels lucidness or causes demise amongst others
Categories:
lucidness, metaphor, boy,
Form: Prose Poetry
I hear the sound of a minute hand clock
But see it I do not
This sound it tears it rips my soul
For every tic I pay the toll
Of loss of lucidness in my soul
I hear the sound of this satanic din
I have to find
I need to find
I crave to find
But cannot find
As I search
I hunt
I probe
And I scour
My lack of sanity grows by the hour
Minutes days months how long has it been
Long ago madness set in
Screams for help fall on deaf ears
From days well spent laughing in tears
No one to help no one at all
So a ten more year search in my room of padded wall
Categories:
lucidness, sadsound, sound,
Form: I do not know?
V is for the violent images created by the ID
I is for the immaculate figmentations that come to play
O is for the opticals of illusions
L is for the lucidness I have yet to succumb to
E is for the evolution of child's play to harmful reality
N is for the nonsense my tongue blurts out in insanity
T is for trickery schizo-affective plays on me like a leprechaun
Categories:
lucidness, angst, confusion, depression, health,
Form: Acrostic
I am the pen of life
Held between the fingers
Of a much greater power
I flow my footprints onto pages
Even glass, wood or the roughest surface
Engraving a non cryptic legacy
Bleeding in cursive inkblots
Embedding confusion into the psyche
Of the psychological
And stain with smudges the white card backdrops
Where all but the unknown remain
To taint and blemish
The nature of the purest liquid
Rolling, tumbling, leaking
Crying mascara from start to finish
To leave some memory
Of any sort of acceptance
While in a putrid state of lucidness
Gliding, striving, soul seeking
For purpose and repentance
My greatest fear
Is that it will start to rain
Before the ink has dried
Categories:
lucidness, angst, art, life, on
Form: Free verse