Infinity Daydreams towards Affinity
In the quiet hush of dawn's embrace,
a soft sigh escapes the mitred lips of mourn.
As delicate flower crumbles to my hand
like a sand of time, returns to it's Mother borne.
Each fabricate petal a grave-layer, a memory shed
like a piece of me,
bleeds from every stem, cell of a lost hour,
a reminisce to devour,
as the viper enters the Garden as if it were a lair,
a den of thieves that weevles a harvest
or weasels the seed. in an outbreak of Spiritual
Leprosy from the World of media zombies
of sorceries median mean,
in the perversity of being taken and letting go,
of what used to be, what if's- Garden of Gethsemane.
What if
Nature aided me and a quest begins this very Eve?
Categories:
sorceries, art,
Form: Rhyme
In cracking lights, beaming smiles, lost in the moment, busy minds,
Someone just got lost in my vision, reached out to my senses
Hurricanes, poison ivies, king-sized towers turned out to be a joke
For a guy like him whose blossoms can move sky-scraping fences
Out of the blue, with every moment that’s true, everything seems ethereal
I’m in depth of crescendo, rhyming with the bells, dancing with auroras
And somehow, I stopped as I remember my plethora of phobias
I let go of him, my oasis, but he’s like the wind that walked with me
Chasing past shadows, wrecked ivory towers, tricky sorceries
With him touching my hand, I let go of those fears
That smile, those eyes, those memories in radiance
With him touching my heart, he let go of me.
March 31, 2021
“Touch and Go”
Categories:
sorceries, crush, cry, emotions, feelings,
Form: Free verse
I took a sip of water that looked like you,
I have made this so of sorceries new.
I christened words betwixt words behind,
Beyond et cetera, though within mind;
I shut my eyes and robbed today from tomorrow,
I plucked my heart from its timeless sorrow.
Then held the sky atop a fingertip bleeding,
And planted in the wound a heavenly seedling.
Categories:
sorceries, miss you, power, religious,
Form: Couplet
I once was a beautiful lass
who captured every young man’s fancy
A nymph of the high Southern class
who practiced a belle’s necromancy.
They worshipped my haughty fine grace
they catered to temper and whim
A moment to gaze on my face
sent rent hearts to pain, prayer, and hymn.
But now I lie cold in my grave
festered and worm-eaten I be
With neither a knight nor a knave
to worship or lie beside me.
"Deep Memory" originally appeared in Wilum Pugmire's anthology Visions of Kroy'don (1978) and the same editors ***** Madness (1980). It was collected in The Ghost Garden (Liverpool: Dark Dreams Press, 1988) and in Sorceries & Sorrows (Early Poems) Polk City, Iowa: Chris Drumm Books, 1992, in a limited edition of 100 copies. It's included in my big forthcoming Hippocampus Press collection The Ghost Garden and Further Spirits.
Categories:
sorceries, beauty, death, grave, lost
Form: Rhyme