Short Achromatic Poems
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ACHROMATIC ROSE
the virgin on her wedding night
a thorn through the heart
~ deathly cold outside
Kim Rodrigues (c) 2017
Body flaws twinkle
in mirrored iridescence.
A radiant macula
bestowed by angels
to chasten the achromatic
who sculpt and chisel
a painted coterie
of obscene perfection
for high born masquerades
vaunting pristine vision.
I am soul destroying black,
Life has painted me like that.
I no longer see the sun,
Nor starlight in its nightly run.
I live in achromatic gloom,
Caged by walls I cannot see.
No longer is there poetry,
Though I once new Calliope.
Fairest of all Muses,
Why hast thou forsaken me?
I followed a single snowflake
On its free-fall journey to earth.
Obscured by its frozen, cloned kind
Landed silently camouflaged
Like a virgin parachutist
Whose achromatic flake added
To the cumulative beauty
Of a wintery afternoon.
At that moment I realized
Beauty was not a single truth
But a delightful harmony
Of invisible qualities
Comprising the form of beauty
Most often sadly overlooked.
Iniquities vertical archways
Traversing twilights retro
Drafted abysmal shadows
Aneath the roses bush...
Coloured acrylic murals
Acidics transcending
Medievils vague ambulant
Abstract mystique ?
Embellished cerium
Charcoals as that of gothics
In vitro; masque'd
Achromatic architectural
Envisioned designs...
Gomorrah's holistic
Gargoyles; a black plagues
Overture amid, Nefarious
Nepenthes, garden of her eden.
Iniquities vertical archways
Traversing twilights retro
Drafted abysmal shadows
Aneath the roses bush...
Coloured acrylic murals
Acidics transcending
Medievils vague ambulant
Abstract mystique ?
Embellished cerium
Charcoals as that of gothics
In vitro; masque'd
Achromatic architectural
Envisioned designs...
Gomorrah's holistic
Gargoyles; a black plagues
Overture amid, Nefarious
Nepenthes, garden of her eden.
Form:
An achromatic statue of a Union bugler
soldier stands high above
a tiny municipal park
where class Aves defecate daily
on his stone-cold cap and shoulders.
Monday and many more Memorial Days
We will dignify this warrior
And others like him lost in battle.
Honoring them with flowers,
Prayers and parades,
eulogistic speeches
praising them for giving us
another day of freedom
in America, home of the brave.
An exhibition of colors
Dancing and intertwining wildly;
Creating a beautiful chaos.
Each color a piece
Of a complicated, bewildering puzzle
That's constructed and manifests a soul.
But what happens when the music stops
And the dancing ends?
The once vibrant colors soon begin to fade.
The colors withdrawal
Depleted, they can no longer shine.
Only an achromatic gloom remains.
The soul is no longer.
The body is left confused.
What am I now?
Death of a Brother
Written: by Tom Wright
March 2015
His sun slipped below the horizon,
Leaving naught but an achromatic sky,
As thoughts submerged in time before,
Once abeyant, now dance;
The voice of one since passed,
Drums my ears like Sage Hens at sunset;
While I press to remember cheerier times,
Of days replete with laughter,
My thoughts continue, draped in regret.
Attention being ever focused,
On where we were, not where he is.