through the lens darkly piercing the vail starkly
past the thin veneer of the world into the next, past
the bones of this incarnation and gravitations greed
through the lens of the past, reflexing into the future
of a world never known or understood, a thin film on paper
the chemistry of magic steals the essence of life
the taker of souls, the reaper of the unknown
that dwells in this little black box
divided nine by nine inches in wind-carved stone, nails did shone
all distilled to a flat land of infinite horizons in black and white
a realm reflected of our own, a dimension of light and no sound
forever frozen in the images of an imagination transfixed by the wrath
of shadow and the burning divinity of light in camera obscura
the details of god and creation, n legions of neither realms
forever emblazoned upon is an object of de art
packed away in this little black box
Categories:
reflexing, allegory, allusion, analogy, angst,
Form: Free verse
Older bushes that survived to spring,
Now rushing forth - a first flush fling.
First bloomer Bridal Pink going strong,
As other roses join the throng.
Reflexing back each one,
Revealing its heart to the sun,
In sudden luscious warm days,
Under glowing sun or haze.
Time for thorny ones to explode,
A riot of color around my abode.
All perfect with no bugs or disease,
Just dusted by bees and ruffled by breeze.
Though my pup Aengus sniffs their scent,
So far he’s not buds broken or bent.
Lord help him if he defiles,
What brings me joy and smiles.
M. Renee Taylor
5-30-18
Categories:
reflexing, flower, rose, spring,
Form: Sonnet
Climbing the ladder
Surface to ignight
Space circling the planets
Speaking in the division
Count to 1 to 5
Spiritual lifting
Circling a dimension of redness.
Taking clothes to the new world
Contributing/Donating my clock
Climbing the ladder to this
Shifting, reflexing, flexing
The scenic rainport
Falling
Categories:
reflexing, absence,
Form: Blitz
A two toned rose
Of white cream and red-
Bestowed,
Reflexes beauty of the truest of hearts
A wildflower found-
Of purple and yellow,
Is beloved,
Reflexing passionate strength of a surviving will
When one combines the two-
One may find a sight to behold
Of a creature with a will of such fortitude
To endure battles of small and large
And have the tenderness
As that of a brush of air- blown against one’s arm
Yet having asperity-
Like that of a sharp leaf cut to the skin-
And the strength of ten bears-
Yet be nimble and sure-footed as that of an athlete
Categories:
reflexing, passion, strength,
Form: Prose Poetry