How abstract is that
that pure enigmatic smile
that skews all glances
Monstrous faith,
Blasphemous state,
Cursed to a Lazarous fate.
Phoenix ashes tracing a Brownian route,
Genie dances with an ambient view.
Casting spells where destiny brews,
Crafting cells where reason skews.
Factual sprawls as time distorts,
Actual flaws that time contorts.
A paradox script the cosmos writes,
A Faraday cage,our fate locked tight.
Nothing is like water, when water's alone —
Memories go out to sea, swam there unglued;
The seashells on beach cease not spend away home.
When the sky's kiss on water beneath us skews,
The scarring inside leaves us, cumbersome; comb
on my footprints, your own sweet dance talent moves.
Gulls blow northeaster in the tide's crank, feeding
There among ocean drifting into green sea —
Then I lift off no more bars; for I go more
within; as tomorrow bites on my each fin,
So with it the clinging swell out of me pours —
The healing woman of war in shell wherein.
While in the salty races, soft skin is shorn;
With a buoy her own heart's also dug in —
Though with you, she's within the ocean homespun;
You still pass the wave, that adieu going on —
Do you know what to do
Can you stay true
When your life’s falling apart
And yet I try to open my heart
Wishes are fading
I always seem to be waiting
And even after ranting
Do I know what to do?
Does this answer your question,
Because every time someone seems to mention,
Legends always seem to make a mark,
But last time I checked I didn’t have to share that spark
You talk to my friends
You come without ends
And when its said and done
I guess I want to be number one
Because when they ask this question
I start to feel tension
But when I look around
Everyone else is also on the ground
Do you know what to do
When your feet are stuck in glue
Because there’s someone inside that chews and then spews and then skews,
Until you finally get that clue
That you’ve become quite blue
I got pried,
And then I just cried,
Cause when you’re stuck in the middle,
You just start to shrivel
I suddenly start to swivel
As you suddenly start to drizzle
Into the cracks of my life
Where there’s about to be a whole lot of strife
But now I have to be true,
And simply admit to you
That I just don’t know what to do
*Image of The Farmhouse by UNS.
Hint of Autumn
Sunstar wakes, Aurora reacts,
As light skews her southernmost sky,
A roost rouses, a rooster crows,
Henhouse's wood handle lifts up.
A replete farm inclined to rouse,
Sunstar wakes, Aurora reacts,
Four-year-old farmhand gets busy,
Baskets of fresh eggs walked with care.
A kitchen's stove burners light up,
A toaster plugged, and cooked bread sliced,
Sunstar wakes, Aurora reacts,
Pasteurized cow's milk fills glasses.
Patterned shirts and blue-jean jumpsuits,
Waits for the bus, two school returnees,
A leaf falls, "Guess afterschool rake?"
Sunstar wakes Aurora reacts.
2022 August 12
*5th Place*
Hint of Autumn
~~Regina McIntosh: Judged 2022 September 03
*HMS; 8 syllables per 16 lines
Except for the simple task
Of seeing one foot put before the next
You seem blind
As you stumble through this journey...
Called a romantic relationship
Your outlook is the problem...
Only looking out,
And never within -
Skews your perspective with cynicism
Without introspection
You will never see
The emotional and spiritual contribution
You are not investing
Only what appears to be lacking
Based on standards
Determined by your imagination
Or the outward appearances
Other couples present...
That you covet
You will never be happy
As you continue to pursue
The ideal romance according to Oprah
That she herself has never experienced
You see way too much fault in your mate
And you're way too blind
To the too little you reciprocate
Better get real before it's too late
Have an honest heart-to-heart...
With your friend in the mirror.
Copyright 2016 Regi Taylor All Rights Reserved
Inspecting emptied views
Of my tulip glass
The ambience skews
A surreal warping
Turned callously crass
Words lose edge
In distractions gum-up
Jaded rebellion
Heart says give up
I laugh
As another cork erupts
Languages absence
Would thwart the corrupt
Still the drunkards sing
Voices echoed to space
Bellowing ballads
Is man's natural grace
Words that echo the sublime
Each syllable resounds a doleful chime
Accentuated by a bleak, monotonous rhyme
That skews the cadence and scuttles the time
Words that filter through, then prime
Heart's engine to slowly pine
Fueled by structural anomalies; sick, semantical serpentine
Break lines that throttle, then realign
Soul's transmission shifts in gear to divine
Sorrow and suffering in every byline
Each strut, an awkward bounce that jars the dragline
Leaky, cracked manifold manifest in every squeaky note, sign
Incongruent parts renovated to shock by design
Tales-end, toxic fumes will every literary splice twine
Finish will be sealed with a lackluster shine
Her feet haven't danced across the meadow
Nodules prevent dancing and walking is strenuous
Mental fuzziness skews the facts
His smile is a fresh memory etched like a tattoo
Nodules prevent dancing and walking is strenuous
Memories warm her heart and nights
His smile is a fresh memory etched like a tattoo
Laughter was common in their youth
Memories warm her heart and nights
Mental fuzziness skews the facts
Laughter was common in their youth
Her feet haven't danced across the meadow
Pantoum for the tragedy contest
autobiographical
Missed the contest!!