“Go and catch a falling star.”
(John Donne)
St Barbara, a poor white gloved icy ingénue,
Has long been a dusty piece of Black Forest wood
That grew out of the ashes of Sibylline books;
The black stone is gone from the Palatine --
Only infinitesimal phantasmagoria of the sea
Dwells deep within the grave mound of the soul
Whilst carrying a torch clothed with the sun;
Nikola Tesla still feeds a pigeon every day --
It’s an aperiodic dolphin atavism.
Awakened by an unknown lyre,
Such things drink virtue from a moon beam;
Only Saturn, the herald of lavender hope,
Silently watches the humble bird
From the depths of our star-drenched earth.
Formless and soft gossamer air
Wherein twilight ghosts reside
My senses and mind are gently invaded
Willingly captive to distant past.
Palatine Hill
Liberum Divisa
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30-08-2021
A lifetime ago
Before age caught up with me
I walked Palatine hill
Skirting decapitated sculptures-
that speak of beauty and
Graceful arches a joy to see
Elegant ruined temples-
retain a sense of mystery
Spring grass hosts colourful wildflowers'
Together their perfume's a narcotic fragrance
Opening portal to erstwhile time
Faint whispers torment as -
Atmospheric breath sweeps hillside
Giving rise to the supernatural
Formless and soft gossamer air
Wherein twilight ghosts reside
My senses and mind are gently invaded
Willingly captive to distant past
Memory savored of a bygone world
Living the moment on Palatine Hill.
Sanmati, my angel, has decorated jawline.
Aside puts cold anger and does repine
Negative things in her life, but always supine
Merry things about the wide world divine.
Against me or her things she despise saline.
Tough tenderness she got for me in palatine,
Ignoring angry love or a speck on her tine
Jot down related things like family of feline.
Almighty may support her in future design
Illustrating Triumph and Failure, outshine
Nebo by her sweet behavior saccharine.
the odor is brown
home wreaks of it
its emote
sullen; somber
detriments
heavy waste
pervades
~The Swan King~
(Key To My Heart)
Dream
Within
A dream
Breathless
Symphony
Castle********Of dreams
Romantic King of Bavaria
King Ludwig II was that
Yes was that and more
Tender hearted tortured soul
Unforgettable
His vision unique
Forever
A gift
that keeps
Giving
Thru the years
Misunderstood
Not mad
Sleep in
Peace sweet
King
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp200
copyright@2012
August.28.2015
~Authors notes:
My very humble tribute to King Ludwig II of Bavaria.
King Ludwig II or Ludwig Otto Friedrich Wilhelm, was King of Bavaria from 1864 until his death. He is sometimes called the Swan King and der Märchenkönig, the Fairy Tale King. He also held the titles of Count Palatine of the Rhine, Duke of Bavaria, Duke of Franconia, and Duke in Swabia.
Ludwig II of Bavaria (1845-1886), King of Bavaria, 1864-1886~
"Key to my Heart" is a poetry style created by Dorian Petersen Potter, aka ladydp2000 in 2010.
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