Sun's flames burn through hazy, midday heat
Raising fierce winds -- dusty, choking ...
Fiery orb descending toward horizon's lair
~ Ghostly white moon rises, painted on low-ceilinged sky
Bare, brown patches spread, invading once-proud green mantles
Parched blades wither, yielding to ceaseless daily inroads
Of blighted blotches, rank weeds, strangling lush herbage
~ Signs of fading Summer's sad soliloquies
Flowers vanish, decapitated stick figures
Barren, beheaded stalks, twisting, turning
On their ghastly way, headless horsemen of the day
~ Sere petals grinning, decked out in obsolescence
Moist green leaves prematurely crinkle brown
Unmoored from twig or branch, breeze by
Face up, now capricious, flip over, nurse Earth's bosom
~ Signs of fading Summer's sad soliloquies
Crickets' symphonies screech endlessly
Fireflies lanterns flicker on-off, on-off, on-off
Abrupt descent of Humidity's airless curtain
~ Summer soliloquies' soundless denouement
Categories:
soliloquies, farewell, nature, sad, summer,
Form: Free verse
stars and soliloquies
1-18-'17
dream me a day gone by,
when the sun didn't refuse to fly,
when we knew, through and through,
that this tepid water could birth
ice cubes with stalagmite ridges.
and tell me now, lowest daughter
that peace can be found above
the volcanic melted-rock fray,
of a newscaster's tenuous reality,
let's dream again.
into the ocean and around the unencumbered cliffs,
let naught but the wild winds roam,
come home.
home, where vacancies retreat,
our rugged tired souls meet
and we release
bliss from the end of our sordid games.
Categories:
soliloquies, beauty, deep,
Form: I do not know?
It’s 12 o clock in the night,
Thoughts twirling in my mind.
Found myself rambling on the deck and to my surprise;
Blissful breeze across my face cheering my faith to rise.
Persuading to stop trying to cling on each rein of life.
To stop worrying about the cliche and trifle rife. ‘Let it go’, she said, “like my flow”.
Uproar of wind buzzing around under moonlight's glow.
Felt like bespeaking me to live in the moment,
Go a little easy with life instead of chucking it lenient.
It's alright, they said, you are doing just fine.
Clear your mind, write a line or two that rhymes.
Can you recall, the first sight of dawn like yesterday?
Hope your aesthete's still alive today!
Look up they said, breathe as you get up,
Because you can't ever possibly give up.
I vowed with every single nerve that arose.
Knitting words to my reminiscence like prose.
Sworn to that blissful night;
Lo and behold, it’s gonna be one hell of a ride!
Categories:
soliloquies, cheer up, imagination, moon,
Form: Rhyme
Unrequited Soliloquies Of The Heart
Estranged
By M. Taha Effendi
(Sonnet)
As I walk along the twilit avenue,
A forlorn heart bids the day adieu,
The rubicund sun withdraws its weary
gaze,
Surrenders its quest of endless days,
Vagrant clouds drift to uncharted lands,
Twilight steals a last glance through
evening's hands,
The gloaming emblazoned with pink and
gray hue,
As I walk along the twilit avenue,
The west wind wails in melancholy,
A lonely river seeks the embrace of the
sea,
Unchained melodies of the solitaire's
refrain,
That has emptied love's hemlock to the
drains,
Unrequited soliloquies of the heart
estranged,
Nature's course, onerous, unchanged,
Categories:
soliloquies, dedication, devotion, heart, hope,
Form: Sonnet
In the smoke of cannabis induced haze
Whispers of ogres & imps of bygone age
Laughter echoes,
Fallen angels by the side
Of friends left behind…
And of memories washed ashore
A few tokes one too many
Broken blinds of my windows
Someone is peeping in now
Its just light…
Darkness seemed comforting
Of the many nights of insomnia
Some dreams are best seen awake
Stoned! But respite is none
Lines don’t rhyme… am I the one?
Who is crying?
Tears are just, wasted stains
Melancholy is a form of pastime
Nostalgia a derivative of self
Categories:
soliloquies, angst, depression, introspection, life,
Form: Prose Poetry
No soliloquy of any kind
Should be read or sung
No love song of a pawn
Nor even the silence of being drown
No more sighs, no more shouts
No more words, out of mouth
When they corrupt in dusted path
No more mourning of Adonis,
No more burning of the iris
No more weeping on a sweated face
Not even at the whipping on a glassy grace
Words are lost, values frost
All remain is dust and rust
Then hereafter I thrust
No more words out of crust
Oh my pine my crucified clown
I am disintegrated when you are drowned
Categories:
soliloquies, death, life, sad,
Form: I do not know?