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:-
Categories:
silhouetting, black african american, deep,
Form: Free verse
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
Categories:
silhouetting, allegory, creation, extended metaphor,
Form: Free verse
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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Categories:
silhouetting, moon,
Form: Verse
Silhouetting bolts of lightning,
So frightening, yet so amazing.
Categories:
silhouetting, storm,
Form: Crystalline
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)
Categories:
silhouetting, friend, night, winter,
Form: Sonnet
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
Categories:
silhouetting, writing,
Form: Rhyme
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.*
Categories:
silhouetting, boat, desire, emotions, love,
Form: Lyric
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?
Categories:
silhouetting, good night,
Form: Free verse
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.
Categories:
silhouetting, animal, beauty, imagery, metaphor,
Form: Prose Poetry
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
...
Categories:
silhouetting, bird, endurance, fairy, fate,
Form: Verse
Too heavy for sky,
Night cradles the harvest moon.
Soft, loitering, light
Silhouetting rooftops, spires
Jagged black against its glow
Categories:
silhouetting, light, night,
Form: Tanka
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.
Categories:
silhouetting, nature,
Form: Verse
Silhouetted Stagnant Shadows
Stagnant shadows of night sequestered slaves in sight
Faces fading in fright as the fear feeds the lethargic light
Silhouettes of love in plight demons dancing in delight
As darkness devours the white, images surreal will smite
Within negative reflections of my loves dire defections
Outlines of lost connections metaphors of misdirection’s
Dormant internal infections reliving raging resurrections
Silhouetted projections of my dismal depleting affections
Black portraits of palpable pain never to rejoice and regain
Darkened phantoms of grain scornfully sabotaging the sane
Deceivers of the defiant drain tragically tangled of the twain
Vanity in a voiceless vain the sentinels stand in their reign
A dark matter display particles of light have gone astray
Within a decomposing decay a silhouetting fractal buffet
In my capturing love delay, silent shadows bitterly betray
And now my dreams are far away within a black hole ballet.
Sept.08.2017
Silhouette
Sponsored by... Craig Cornish
Categories:
silhouetting, longing, lost love, sad
Form: Rhyme
The tuscan sun dips over the horizon
a river of red flows through the hills
gentle the sounds of love come alive
claiming another montalcino night
Echo the strums silhouetting my soul
soft samba beats calling me home
fragile red petals dance through the air
an illusion of light, lifts me away
Vivere attraverso la musica floating
tender touch serenades to the moon
attraction filters a sensual perception
and hearts twirl as every note's inhaled
Categories:
silhouetting, music, sensual,
Form: Free verse
Cloaked in black she sat
with covered eyes from a broad rimmed hat.
Encircled in a wispy shade of cerise
that dripped to fade into the fleece.
Lines that linger on the chair
follow her finger like liquid air
as she stencils out the curlicue
depicted with pencils in her view.
Down the wall with a dilatory slither
and intent to enthrall by use of his myrrh
he skillfully eluded his own detection
making her mind his chamber of protection.
His volcanic eyes thrust into her thought
erupting the lust she longfully sought
igniting her vision like a candelabrum
an incision devising her to succumb.
Licking the salt from a lover's lips
speaking the scripts in hum
becoming embossed in indium
and forgetting fault of nothing but tongues.
Silhouetting the cast of questions surpassed
indulging in the treasure of temporary leisure.
Her guard was let down as she started to drown
in the light of the fire and her own desire
Unforeseen antecedently.
A scene drawn out by a welcoming invasion
she remains devout to enamouring persuasion
Still life flickering and unceasing to amaze
Like a liquor releasing inward
The inebriating reward of her very own blaze.
Categories:
silhouetting, allegory, dream, imagery,
Form: Free verse
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