Short Estuaries Poems

A fecundity of plight precipitates
And as each second lapses
The vibes ascend
With theatrical depth
Though steadily she refrains
To refine her adamant tones
Whilst I dissolve
within estuaries of helotry...

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Tones of depreciation eject forth estuaries of spittle
Causing unsought billows of panic
Why can’t society be more appreciative
Instead of dejecting them
And divesting them of criticism
Communication is significant
Yet people omit it’s qualities...

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His skin was pale peach translucence to my closed eye touch
like brushing my fingertips along a pane of warmed antique glass
or the surface of a late summer pond
we flowed over the valleys of each other ...down the estuaries
across the plains
covering the mystical landscape with shimmering crystal white velvet 
and leaving tracks of light behind...

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Drainage cracks and fingers of
eroding souls.

Long dim hotel stairwells
are sarcastic chasms to the flood,
like artifacts of insanity
and poet's blood.

We dare to run down as
prisoners on parole,
humming parodies of parables
and dying at sea.

Our graves are laid in the
phantom fathom estuaries
and reciprocal tunnels
of our beginnings....

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situated…
near the rudder 
of your soul
a mist that
makes me
shudder

down rivers depths
where estuaries
meet in strange
whispers melting
in my mouth…
voiceless

delicate shadows 
dancing on skylight 
innuendos
sublime
undressing your
lines…

I stumble
and
fall

 (for a muse who knows who he is)



© Kim van Breda—23 May 2015...

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Hazed by the dire rope of death

A subtle incandescence flickered

A white light glimmered like meth

Whilst hushed peaked a snicker


Her smile an adequate sedative

Terminating vivid estuaries

A moment equally competitive

In other eyes deemed honorary



Mi corazón happened upon felicity

Blessed be this origin of jubilee

Freeze we shall in fair amenity

Beneath this fine cherry tree...

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Tuned Ebony Shades of Ecstasy

Here we are—
black as the night;
sable souls singing songs
of Nubian love—slow dancing
on opaque rhythmic nimbus clouds.

Unshackled melodies of generations
flow from charcoal tributaries 
slowly undulating—streaming
between ebony sheen banks.

Estuaries of ecstasy splash joyously
into the wetness
of the dark hued sea of our love.

Tuned and harmonized
in the abyss of relief,
fading moans moor themselves:
waiting the coming of the next tide....

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Tuned Ebony Shades of Ecstasy

Here we are—
black as the night;
sable souls singing songs
of Nubian love—slow dancing
on opaque rhythmic nimbus clouds.

Unshackle melodies of generations
flow from charcoal tributaries 
slowly undulating—
streaming between ebony sheen banks.

Estuaries of ecstasy splash
joyously into the wetness
of the dark hued sea of our love.

Tuned and harmonized
in the abyss of relief,
fading moans moor themselves;
waiting the coming of the next tide....

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