Beauty and the eyes
are shared beholders --
As to flower is her
natural response to rain
and sunlight, so the bud
spreads even wider
at the christening of our
admiration –
it is like
the peacock dancing for
his mate, sashaying his blooms –
the male widow
performing for his widower,
sensing in such rapture a gateway
to even higher immortality
We live and die for our gifts
rising from the pangful ashes
of death for far greater glory....
The rose burns her brilliance
our passions responding
to such sacrifice with as bright
an eyeful fire – one lives
aflame when living, trusting
in the graceful salve of divine
perennial –
Categories:
pangful, beauty, emotions, faith, feelings,
Form: Free verse
Gazing from afar, amid still frame silence...
Watching her making way unto the parks bench
Blue skies taking a drag from my cigarette; sketching
Divinity's staircase within my mind; transcending this Autumn's
Canvas but a silhouette her bridal's path winding, through a breath..
Reaching out her gentle hand whileas a white dove, the symbol of love
Descends from it's perch atop porcelain clouds to drink, from this her tears
Pangful spheres risen from a crystal heart; cast aside yesteryears cherub wings...
She awaits endless dreams; to awaken from this valley of broken things: Her
beauty.
Categories:
pangful, angel, art, autumn, love,
Form: I do not know?
Gazing from afar, amid still frame silence...
Watching her making way unto the parks bench
Blue skies taking a drag from my cigarette; sketching
Divinities staircase within my mind; transcending this Autumn's
Canvas but a silhouette her bridals path winding, through a breath..
Reaching out her gentle hand whileas a white dove, the symbol of love
Descends from it's perch atop porcelain clouds to drink, from this her tears
Pangful spheres risen from a crystal heart; cast aside yesteryears cherub wings...
She awaits endless dreams; to awaken from this valley of broken things; her beauty.
Categories:
pangful, art, baby, cancer, love,
Form: I do not know?
Gazing from afar, amid still frame silence...
Watching her making way unto the parks bench
Blue skies taking a drag from my cigarette; sketching
Divinities staircase within my mind; transcending this Autumn's
Canvas but a silhouette her bridals path winding, through a breath..
Reaching out her gentle hand whileas a white dove, the symbol of love
Descends from it's perch atop porcelain clouds to drink, from this her tears
Pangful spheres risen from a crystal heart; cast aside yesteryears cherub wings...
She awaits endless dreams; to awaken from this valley of broken things; her beauty.
Categories:
pangful, angel, bridal shower,
Form: I do not know?
Horizontal trying to manufacture soothing snowflakes
Inside this deserts globe the coolness, in their touch...
An escape from realities pangful dust; walking away from
These venues a breath and somewhat fresh air; generic
Fourth of July independence day time square banners
A collective shout their cup of tea turning the ignition untying
Wild mules five minutes gone by yet all be lost; the thrill
Past do it again, they scream popping pills as cutting
Dreams atop golden rust in mildewed editing floors making time
Forming lines, endless here you are another jolt joe, then off you go.
Categories:
pangful, art, business, confusion, independence
Form: Free verse