Spindly stretching brambles rebel from main form
Amused bending stems eject spikes of rhino horn
Thorns barely a repellent for birds resourceful
Tweezer glowing twilight globe, a bitter morsel
Fresh field alien green cone births berry's infant
Chantilly lace pale pink petticoat wraps nymphet
Confetti celebratory moult bulges her fertility
Eighty protruding bulbs shiver in vulnerability
Stern season carousel chastens scanty branches
Snow swallow, boggy terrain new tepid attaches
Saw edge foliage unfold, twitching fox ears
Clusters encombour limbs, absinthe adheres
Florid flocks tossle, augment midnight family babble
Morning dew melt sapor stains fingers which dabble
Outcast tongue teaser, lumpy rubber cleaved
Mauve motivate jaunty juice, mouth received
9th August 2022
Written for Contest:
Thoughts on Blackberries
Sponsor:
Matt Caliri
The invisible
carries infinite light when
we learned to sight it...
the unpalatable,
hides visionary flavors
when we learned
its sapor...
The love of little start,
contains a immense love, when
its paths we tread...
life itself
is real amphitheater, when
we live the true roles that
have been entrusted to us... !
like a redolence
of summer
you linger
in the breeze
i feel the warmth
of your breath
brush against me
beneath memories call
as it falls like leaves
around me
i taste the sapor
of your lips
pressed against mine
as i blush
like crimson skies
in the dawning
of recollection
of thoughts
If music were but, mere dreams
What a bitter sorrowful waste this would be
Thus shadows, and to play a note
A meager reminder of a world without hope
Nexus of the heart blacker than grayer
Taste, loveless sapor than savor
Flowers wilt and will not, then they wither die
Laughter ends forthwith when only moments survive
Unmoving, undefining, joyous tears unwept, and never drying
Nor celebrations of song and dance relive or reviving
Simple songbirds mimic miming melancholy silent
Winds untheraputic cease, trees untickled lie dormant
That’s why I'm grateful for musical spiritual gifts
Through melodies, how Christ inspires and uplifts
Yes, if music were but, mere dreams
Then all of us sleepwalkers, a soul nonexistent, zombies in another reality
Another year nebs by zero
As empty gardens gate outflux
By delusions picket, white and wooden
Lined long sidewalk memories crooks
Bits of heart still scattered amidst the grass
Cross seasons, forever weathered change
A tear, a leaf ...a flake always fall away
Like you, the sapor in my life astray
Deep within me somewhere still
You so much, siphon off my energies
To waste and wither in each of waking days
Teetering upon the edge, thus living off of fantasies
Puddles in my dreams, kept upon my nighttime pillow
From where I stand wishes within the day, and wait
Onto worn tiles intimate below my peering window
Outside, "Dead End" a road sign reads, and in my mind...
down a one way street
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