The sparkling dawn serenely veneers
my heart’s horizon with halcyon hues,
spreads the sunburst tinge of timeless charm,
paints a golden garden on my heart’s canvas,
blooming with the lilac luster of my love,
unfurls the facsimile of your floral face.
As the pristine patina of the radiant roses
flushes your cherubic cheeks resplendent,
glittering with seraphic grandeur of shining pearls,
rapture wraps the mesmeric meadow of my mind.
As your cadenced heart pulsates within mine,
in the ether of encompassing euphoria I float.
In the vivacious valley of my verdant heart,
configured by the contours of your charm,
as I carve a conduit of earnest yearning to reach you,
fervent cloud floats away with my captivated craving,
melts in an endless torrent of expired emotion,
you disappear with the waning waves of desire.
Wandering destined in the desiccated wasteland
with the conciliated memory of divested longing,
my teardrops deviate from melancholic course to dry,
silhouetting the leitmotif of our past I need to forget.
When we let our path diverge at love’s blind end,
time would reveal for us the truth it is for the best.
SELF PORTRAIT
(Apropos Of A Self-Worth Flashback)
I’m a dark-hued poetic mind:
Writing mine;
Often inking seemingly empty words
Bled from pregnant
Thoughts:-
But even these I want to share;
Sharing is caring:
About love;
About peace;
About freedom;
About unborn babes;
About the bomb;
And about lumbering shadows of life
Silhouetting hungry death:
YES
I’m a dark-hued poetic mind
Writing mine;
A cranial reservoir dripping
Spear-tipped words
Dripping long cognitive flows
Conjuring
Cosmic
Consciousness
Defying the cryptic void of silence:-
Walking slowly in utter dark wholly stripped and laid bare
Tears running down my face and a tightening in the air
Heart screaming a deafening silent desperate prayer
Carrying the broken pieces of a life full of ware
Abruptly piercing the sea of black was a beam of light
Silhouetting a tall bearded man who was twice my height
Piercing flame-filled yet loving tender eyes burning so bright
The Son of God had appeared before me all dressed in white
Laying the pieces at his feet eyes swelling turning pink
Barely uttering "I'm broken" as I felt my soul shrink
Chuckling the Son of God grabbed all the fragments with a wink
Little one you are not broken this is not what you think
Purposely placing pieces on the floor with flair and glee
Forming a vibrant mosaic of color and of me
Completing his masterpiece he motioned to come and see
With a loving embrace he whispered "Nothing but beauty!"
SELF PORTRAIT
(Apropos Of An Ebon Flashback)
I’m a dark-hued poetic mind,
Writing mine;
Often inking seemingly empty words
Bled from pregnant
Thoughts:-
But even these I want to share;
Sharing is caring:
About love;
About peace;
About freedom;
About unborn babes;
About the bomb;
And about lumbering shadows of life
Silhouetting hungry death:
YES...
I’m a dark-hued poetic mind,
Writing mine;
A cranial reservoir dripping
Spear-tipped words
Dripping long cognitive flows
Conjuring
Cosmic
Consciousness
Defying the cryptic void of silence:-
I'm a dark-hued poetic mind
Writing mine:
Inking navel keloid words
Water-broken
From pregnant
Thoughts
YES
But even these I want to share
For sharing is caring:
About love
About peace
About freedom
About babes
About bombs
And about lumbering shadows of life
Silhouetting hungry death
YES
I'm a dark-hued poetic mind
Writing mine
A cranial reservoir dripping
Spear-tipped words
Dripping cognitive flows
Conjuring
Cosmic
Consciousness
Defying
The cryptic
Void of silence
ATTOL TABLEAU
Night has now fallen
The low pale moon hangs
Casting golden light
Across the ripples
Washing the shoreline
Silhouetting palms
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Silhouetting bolts of lightning,
So frightening, yet so amazing.
All heaven's hosts rise early Autumn nights
A million stars a-twinkling merrily
The moon reflecting sun's diurnal light
Silhouetting lovers, snuggling cozily
My fireplace crackles, warming slippered toes
A whistle from the kettle on the stove
The doorbell rings; in cold like this, who goes
Come in, dear friend, do not this cold night rove
The stranger enters, shiv'ring head to toe
His face pale blue above his knitted brow
Removes his gloves; into his hands he blows
He would yet tell his tale, but knows not how
Exhausted steps, and then he stumbles, falls
~His story's buried deep within my walls
(Iambic Pentameter)
My nisus to go out on the porch
Once again to write verse
About the orange fireball rising
A new day given its warm birth
The fireball casting pink and sand
Silhouetting pine trees
Wouldn't this be so awesome now
'Twould put my mind at ease
Rippling waters moving
feeling hypnotically soothing
under our boat it rocks us
under its spell it locks us
misty fog slightly breezing
dampening the salty air we’re breathing
over our shoulders it shrouds us
silhouetting the masts around us
rippling waters moving
feeling hypnotically soothing
its rhythmic ride tells us
to give in and let it lull us
moody night skies
reveal nothing to our eyes
not the light of the moon or a star
but secrecy’s a seductress where we are
rippling waters moving
feeling hypnotically soothing
sultry sway hypnotizes us
as Eros glamorizes us
Susan Ashley
May 17, 2019
*In Greek mythology, Eros is the Greek god of love.*
The Bear and the Wolf howling in the night
Formed out of clouds, extending their might
They gnash their fine teeth and they scare away stars
The bear and the wolf, moonlight devils with scars
Their dark furry outlines silhouetting the night
If you are not scared, may I turn out the light?
In the consuming time of day
the water of the no longer frozen pond
is again home to a family of ducks
floating quietly in the center, as if praying
at the table prior to evening’s dinner.
High above the pond, a large flock of blackbirds
zigzagged through the air…swoosh!...gone!
their leaders guiding them to new adventures.
At the horizon, the golden setting sun
savors his last look before exiting the day.
Through gentle off-white clouds, warm rays
beamed down on the ghostly roadside forest,
silhouetting naked arms of trees raised in the sky;
awaiting the resurrection of their assured greenings.
In the middle of the forest, a strange tree peeks out;
its white blossoms reflecting those of my head.
The changing consuming time has indeed blessed us both
in being perpendicularly rooted in this scene’s surreal beauty.
With a smile creeping across my face,
a prayer of thanksgiving flowed from my heart
to the heavens above: Amen...Amen…Amen…
This has been another day of being free
from harm; free from causing harm.
Unnamed flowers were everywhere in the valley
Sending their fragrance was the spring breeze
Birds were enjoying the sunshine on the branches
They sang gracefully
A pack of wolves was wandering in the woods
Treading on the fallen leaves making crisp noises
Wood-colored hair, yellow eyes, and sharp mouth,
With their eyesight fierce...
Suddenly, a hare jumped up violently
Fleeting away to the faraway...
The wolves flew up and chased
In the direction of the hare escapes...
They are many times, I feel that life seems to me
That likes the scene mostly
The only differences are that
I'm not the rabbit that escapes
Nor the hungry jackals that they chase
What am I then?
The flowers in the imagined spring?
Or the birds were singing?
Nay, I'm the time tide silhouetting in a valley
...
Too heavy for sky,
Night cradles the harvest moon.
Soft, loitering, light
Silhouetting rooftops, spires
Jagged black against its glow
Long since ago this paradise, became our proud ancestral home.
Where eventides are graced, with skylines flames of vermilion shades,
Their embers finally embrace sundown, as night draws nigh and twilight fades
Those heady scents of frangipani, casts magic potions upon summers breeze.
And mockingbirds forever never cease, to mimic natures sounds in song.
While the menagerie of wildlife silently, still forage verdant banks of lakes,
Moonlight mirrors on pellucid waters, silhouetting mountain peaks.
Luscious landscape all to recall, in memories and distant dreams
Where wild flowers perfume, infuse emotions evergreen,
To tranquil sounds of ripples, soothing senses, endlessly reprise.
1/ 9/ 2018.
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