First blush fountain azimuth of hued rays
wet patio shrub basket in the haze
zealous heartland tower cry as life force
celebrate and savour August rare days
Magenta skylines cluster silken clouds
blue ocean colour eyes that worship shrouds
a fancy surreal canvass so divine
it mesmerises jubilant bright crowds
Summer fun arcades stoke our dream world mind
gasps of red tint bliss a peak season find
earthbound poise dilates refulgent cascade
rocking beach tune fare blurs dark strain purblind
Sapphire plinths that anchor stoic ambit
vision on parade my high rise gambit
traipse amid the dahlia euphoric
seventh heaven rapture’s cloud nine orbit
Categories:
plinths, beautiful, birth, celebration, dream,
Form: Rubaiyat
A couple of ruins leave the cathedrals
nave and portico;
it is always molting season,
mice and beetles help
they nibble and gnaw,
wind-laborer’s, labor,
their whiplash backs bent,
to lever slates and all things loosened.
The sanctified, they guard their stony hearts
but the edges were made to crumble,
made to be returned to rubble.
The two twined ruins
exiting these ancient piles
were created to be spans and transits
for the upliftment of saintly figures,
no one will miss them, yet their
plinths, their buttresses
their embossments
until recently
held a small alcove heavenwards
a niche, that will probably
lose its faith soon,
toppling one year at a time
into an agnostic downfall.
The two ruins are so disfigured
as to be nothing at all,
but they are moving in mysterious ways
to where a tireless worker
will help them rise again,
but of course dust will stir up dust,
the mice and the beetles
will continue
to nibble and gnaw, however
the Maker will be ready
once more
to return dust to cathedrals.
Categories:
plinths, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Ever vailing; the eyes of this fearer.
Shade of wispier shape; holds tight his gaze.
Witching hour; moonlit tryst before his mirror.
He loves alone; death 'tis the toll he pays.
Father God above shake my shattered mind!
Let that which was lost finally be found!
Let broken pieces too be recombined!
I plead you break these chains which have me bound!
The silent prayer of this searching soul.
Trapped in ones mind; the worst of labyrinths.
The choices made seem outside his control.
All that he was; built upon crumbling plinths.
The human condition; that of despair.
Existence; such a trivial affair.
Categories:
plinths, longing, lost,
Form: Sonnet
One score,
And two for the Lord's of War
On plinths of blunt steel disregard
In parks and squares
Tonight we feast on death's
Camera pictures
In broken frames
Lest we tweak the matted curtains
That shale the paved echoed steps beyond our door
The world at War
Categories:
plinths, power,
Form: Free verse