Heated by sun and rock
a mottled snake licks the morning air.
Last night, stones were its eyes,
a blood-chill had frozen the flavor
and flicker
of tongue and taste.
The daylight is already sun-crushed,
heavily it crumbles,
dry churning a scant green
to withered acres,
grinding all beneath its hermetic heel.
A rabbit runs a racetrack behind its eyes,
long whiskers sightlessly search
reaching far from their hidden hollow,
its brown pelt dreamily brushes over
a rounding horizon.
Snake uncoils, breaking boulders of blood
between warming bones.
A cage of hoops unlocks a hunger.
A blushed mouth is snugged around
translucent fangs,
bodkins that smell out
all small-pawed scrabbling’s.
Rabit ears twitch as eyes leap awake,
it hears the serpents lithe unhinging,
senses its scaled unclasping.
An immediate pulse quickens,
vibrant tendons of awareness
animate joy and fear.
On the quiet breath,
visions of life or death arise
as speculative ghosts.
Now the sky must record
while the earth forgets.
Categories:
sightlessly, poetry,
Form: Free verse
A blind light crashes
through bar windows.
Since they began to talk
her breasts had moved
to a small apartment in his head.
The smoke from her cigarette
shaped words
into sensuous motes.
He imagines her lungs.
They are green-leaf not black.
Inside the bronchi and alveolar
sylph's teasingly beckon
out of a spongy foliage.
Votive clouds lather red lips.
Words flare dark clefts of desire.
Throats assume vapory feelers
inside a filtering breath.
He needs her addictively,
a blood craving
that seeks her as an inhalation.
There’s a strung-out intimacy
between them.
Eye’s smother, and blur
as they absorb each other.
Soon they will meet
upon an in-between world
where each visual breath
forms fumy erotic dreams.
A midday daze smolders
as they sightlessly
light another.
Categories:
sightlessly, poetry,
Form: Free verse
A blind light crashes
through bar windows.
Since they began to talk
her breasts had moved
to a small apartment in his head.
The smoke from her cigarette
shaped words
into sensuous motes.
He imagines her lungs.
They are green-leaf not black.
Inside the bronchi and alveolar
sylph's teasingly beckon
out of a spongy foliage.
Votive clouds lather red lips.
Words flare dark clefts of desire.
Throats assume vapory feelers
inside a filtering breath.
He needs her addictively,
a blood craving
that seeks her as an inhalation.
There’s a strung-out intimacy
between them.
Eye’s smother, and blur
as they absorb each other.
Soon they will meet
upon an in-between world
where each visual breath
forms fumy erotic dreams.
Meanwhile, a midday daze
permeates their smolder
as they sightlessly
light another.
Categories:
sightlessly, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
RESISTANCE (EAST TIMOR)
A young man
A young man lying
Sightlessly staring beyond the sky.
Resistance…
A fierce wind blowing…
Bitterness trapped in his quietened heart.
His forehead.
a round mark, tiny.
precisely.
A tilak? Futility.
Scorching sun
Clambering, burning,
Sweltering,
One more sacrifice.
A mere boy
Who will own him now?
Festering,
Ants consuming his brow.
A woman
Pauses at the place,
Whimpering.
Stoops to cool his face.
Eyelids first.
Closing them one last time.
Lovingly.
She is a mother.
Familiar?
Does she start to weep?
No.
She has seen all this before.
Often.
Categories:
sightlessly, war,
Form: Epitaph
Step softly over this silken knot;
Ease into this particular caress..
I have a story
Written slowly on cloth of gold..
The wrappings shimmer sightlessly
Around the nearest ornamental Diary.
And then, we wonder as we read
Who earns such gifts as nonchalonce..?
For effort lost we all expire
Into an alien heat
To find someone especially sacred.
Ending in historic settlement
Legitimized or notarized
As each becomes unrecognizable
With no one especially primal
In an overlong embrace...
But sacrificial relatives
Abound in every Storybook;
And your turn,
My cold young lover
Is waiting to be taken...
Write carefully.
Categories:
sightlessly, love,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
The Soul of Man
Authored by Chuck Keys
I saw the pond on the water glaring
was it upside down or right side up
either way, it talked to me of changing times
where men of hate saw only a colorless blend
sightlessly accepting any differences
man was still man, the same.
Categories:
sightlessly, black african american, life
Form: Free verse
Here I am once more...smoking
..on the balcony of my dreams.
My heart’s beating gestures of love...pulsating,
...deserted in the darkness of lust.
Ardent thoughts conquer my mind,
While puffing circles of smoke in the midnight air,
Slowly...the smoke dissipates into the dim heavens.
Blindly...I ponder the silence of darkness,
As I gaze sightlessly...holding her in my dreams.
...with passionate...romantic strokes,
I’d softly caress her fears into oblivion,
Echoing my love...crumbling her walls of hurt.
A crimson sea...crashes onto my heart's shore.
Surging waves of yearning...ripple my flesh.
Mists of love...lace this fervent urge,
On a night...born from complete desolation.
...an endless craving...of savoring her salty taste.
She fades from my vivid dreams,
Like a puff of smoke in the midnight air.
While I helplessly sink...in the abyss of her absence.
Categories:
sightlessly, fantasy, love
Form: Free verse
So sacrifice the sacrificial,
like a windblown winter thistle,
directionless, unguided missile,
too late, too late, the warning whistle.
Deaf and dumb, ignore the warner,
crouched and shrouded in your corner,
since time began, the endless mourner,
hiding from the ceaseless scorner.
Darkness that no light can breech,
sightlessly your eyes beseech,
straining, but just out of reach,
silent sermons never preached.
©Danielle White
Categories:
sightlessly, allegory, confusion, faith
Form: Monorhyme
the droplets ran in blurring rivulets,
her form behind the glass a fluid shape,
a naked wraith in smoke from cigarettes;
about her shoulders ghostly tendrils drape
when posing through the pane into the street
through plumes of steam adorning as a cape;
sat unclothed upon the window seat,
dulled by all the damage needles do,
reposed another teenage piece of meat;
sex for sale to feed the human zoo,
sightlessly she pouts into the damp,
at all the punters staring coldly through;
sat beneath the ruddy neon lamp,
her habit gnaws, serrated like a clam,
and chews upon her loins with grit and cramp;
pale and skinny like a slaughtered lamb,
remaining statue still with ersatz smile,
another sorry child of Amsterdam…
Categories:
sightlessly, life, people, places, sad,
Form: Terza Rima
Croons my fractured heart to you,
a melody breaking on deaf ears;
seeks my lonesome ghost for you,
blindly in dark domains.
Cries my conscious mind for you,
a silent web of silver tears;
weeps my closing eyes for you,
sightlessly in vain.
Ignites my longing flesh for you,
an incendiary device;
belongs my tattered life to you,
swathed in rags of mist.
Stretch my vacant arms to you,
enfolding chunks of ice;
bends my dying will to you,
dissolved in some abyss.
Know of what you are to me,
the earth, the sky, the sun;
my oxygen, my lifeblood,
my galaxy in one.
What acts or words alleviate
the pain when life is blighted;
strangled by the thorny wreath
of love made unrequited…?
Categories:
sightlessly, life, loss, lost love,
Form: Verse