Silver Solitude on Storm's Edge
I emerged with a silver pen in hand,
…and a tempest raging within.
Words writhe, a serpent's coil,
…tightening their grip,
A soul adrift in a sea of
…self-made iniquity.
I buried my daddy
…in the black shoe,
…by the Yew tree
Yes, I, the beekeeper’s daughter,
…bearing the weight of hexagonal cells,
A hive of memories,
…buzzing with secrets.
The bell jar shattered,
….a fractured hive,
Its glass walls no longer a prison,
…but a shattered cocoon,
……a metamorphous.
Pain and disdain drip like honey,
…a bittersweet nectar of survival.
He, a poet,
…crowned in the harsh light of fame,
Bound in chains of duty and shame,
His words,
…a romance of lure and alarm,
Echoing the sirens' song,
…enticing and harmful.
Yet, his tongue,
…a viper’s forked lie,
Whispers truths and half-truths,
…conjuring illusions to die.
Wandering the maze of being,
A little fugue of
…fractured fairytales,
Each note a fleeting glimpse of clarity,
Lost in the discordant
…cacophony of life's emptiness.
Like my "Little Fugue," a dance of shadows,
A journey through the corridors of the mind,
Seeking answers in the interplay of light and dark,
Striving for harmony amidst the chaos.
Parchment of blood and ink I leave,
A riddle of life and death's plea,
Maniacal madness, visions slight,
A macabre dance upon the night.
Ariel, brings lightning and fire!
With heavy heart,
…I sealed my children's room,
Softly kissed them farewell,
……Extinguishing the final flame within,
Enveloped in oblivion's velvet veil,
………Yielding to the oven’s cold caress.
…………No, more morning songs
Inscribed a cryptic goodbye,
Breathed in the silent slayer,
For, I Lady Lazarus,
…Dying is an art
……Faded into the ether…
Her blacks crackle and drag, a fire of new birth,
Flames licking at the borders of life,
Consumed by oblivion's greedy blaze,
Lost in the vast cosmic ray.
The embers die,
…a fleeting spark gone,
No masterpiece,
…….just dust reclaimed,
A silent echo in the void unstained,
A mystery lost,
………never quite explained.
Yet, God's Lioness,
...Fierce and Untamed,
Roaring her defiance,
…Covered in darkness…
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Underneath the star-strewn skies,
A fleeting passing note,
Lost in the vast expanse,
Living on the edge,
For, I am but a speck of dust.
Copyright ©
Daniel Henry Rodgers
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