Vivacious incandescent longing
blushes buoyant,
spreads spectrum of fervor
in the sanguine skies.
Spring-suffused beguiled brush
paints to enchant,
portrays chromatic contours of craving,
life descries.
In cracked cinnamon ground
parched to the core,
the mist of my desolate desert
sneaks in the sly
within the faded veins
of fragile fallen leaves galore,
echoes evergreen hymn of hope
in rustling sigh.
The eyes weep unseen tears,
flowing in torrent within,
fill fathomless cauldron
of pining pathos undefined.
Relict essence in cacophony
of life remains out of din
in the quietude of eroded banks
of the river called mind.
Desire symphony
of cascading cadence waits to start,
as whistling zephyr blows
in the plateau of memory,
makes ripples of melody
in the lilac lake of my heart,
pulsating with the enthralling tune
of eternal ecstasy.
They stand there for ages
Pouring out angst and woe,
Seeming to gain strength
As their words start to flow.
They curse and they swear,
Stand, scream and shout,
And I’ve really no idea
What they’re talking about.
Just these loud strident voices
Hammering away in my head
I’m losing the will to live
I’ve long lost the thread.
If you thrive on your misery
Then that’s just fine
Done make me feel guilty for
A happy out look like mine.
I came here full of optimism
But now I’m near suicidal,
Reflecting on the merits of
The old Scolds Bridal,
A quick burst with a taser
Even E.C.T. shocks
Maybe even an hour or so
Chaining them up in the stocks.
I’m finished, I’m leaving
Driven out at last,
Just a relict from
Their very recent past.
I’ve always supped
From the half full cup.
Just a final message,
For God’s sake, lighten up.
Pungent fresh aroma drifting in the breeze
Tickling my nose and causing me to sneeze,
Spiritual medicine naturally is grown
Rich relict eucalypt enticing me back home.
Down the hot sun,
I crumble down the snowflakes,
One minute,
One tribute,
Let's have a wintry solitude,
Wrapped in a flesher's heartbrokenness,
I derelict this relict calf love,
Squall on this spur,
Am peel in peals...
Scuttle the fondle,
Dottle the dawdle,
Harbouring an everlasting embosom...
RELICT IS NUMB
pain
strikes flint
flambéed tears
embers of love
atrophy of light
icicle gaze
jaded jaw
frozen
numb
5th Place
4/20/2017
Form N Contest
Ninette Form
Using word Numb
*Relict is a widow
O, yes, he is exclusively competent
as the national leader
that tightly compatible and coherent
with his time and national traditions.
He had done all for the rise our stupid ambition
and blind glory, post-soviet and post-tsarists illusions
as the perfect relict from past and wild centuries
when cruelty and mercilessness had been justified
for the price of surviving the nation.
Yes, he was merely anachronism and pure extra-rodent,
but also the perfect master of alienating
and usurping all our national richness and rights -
he just took all this things from us
transforming himself for the strong geopolitical figure
and enslaved our fragile society
quenching processes of democratizations deliberately
for the personal influence and welfare.
He was not just the most atavistical president,
previously completely unknown
as one faceless agent from intelligent services
he was exclusively competent
as the politic-relict from past centuries
as genius of that retrograde power and glare.