In the attraction of Nature's-draw,
will my heart survive such beauty
attracting with its maw- sitting beneath
impending- melting offering -cascade of Winters drift encore of grift,
scenic spring undressing the thaws,
trap of heart's thoughts warmly clad,
hanging cliffs, gardens of Babylon-
bathed on the lips to wear like an entance,
of entanced shades in scarlet riding beast of glade.
There is no choice but to plunge from the cliffs
and be submerged in the surround cloud lay.
The sting of cold anenome of taboo anamoly of anamorphic fish eye lens o drone , 'saulted wound of surrounding detergent urge of soliloquy-posed like a babbling brook sent into motion by the
everclear projected beast mode of the know,
seeps in to santize the drowning pool you have inked beyond the greatest show on err,
pearls of evaluation of sanity- so audaciously an enchantress come for the bones on our shores
for an innocent suare',
wears the beads like a rosary,
pray for me.
She will have evidence to use against me
on Judgment Day, beyond
and keep part of me sentenced upon this plane,
stowaways, mistress and vagabond.
SEEDS
Who did you leave under the sea?
Was it a black engineer building dreams?
And a brown baby with shackled hands little feet
An angel in disguise floating in the deep
Who did you throw in the ocean that day?
Was it a famed priest known to pray
To African ancestors whose hearts await
Arrival of those you stole away
Who did you drown in the big blue water?
Grandma grandpa son daughter
Artist singer soldier doctor lawyer
Because your soul is rotten out of order
Who was the wicked one that day?
Who inherited the curse of the slave?
You threw them away in the blue green sea
They were not stowaways they were holy seeds.
Stowaways.
.
Calm tepid waters glorious golden sky
Two lovelorn newly wed castaways
My sweet love and I
Sailing onward to warmer climbs
A daring thrilling adventure
Leaving the troublesome past behind
Out of sight out of mind
.
Sipping away on some secluded wave kissed beach
Far from home and now
Out of reach
Making love among
The rippling caressing cooling waves
On blistering hot
Tropical days
.
Building a love nest within a tree
To watch the diamond stars sparkle
From a velvet pin cushion sky
And view the restless sea
Naked blissfully happy
So intensely in love
And like the gulls above
Finally free
.
Alone as one
Not having to please anyone
In a secluded secret place
No one can find us.
All tension evaporated
Anxieties gone.
.
Peter Dome©2020.
Words I cannot say-
within ricochet
ugly scenes replay
Distress!
Words I cannot say-
heavy stowaways
within spirit weigh
Depress.
Words I cannot say-
shades of yesterday
games I used to play
Regress...
Words I cannot say-
sins of youth repay
bars of iron gray
Oppress!
Words I cannot say-
inner self betray
secrets on display
(Undress.)
____
(Although I listed this as "Rhyme" it is actually my first attempt at a French Lai poem.)
your ocean waters begin to rise
It's waves make a foaming fuss
all your hopes and dreams left home
just as you thought things were bad enough
collecting experience has shown
you have always, you've always been alone
castle walls sure to take a pounding
defenses up, should you care
dearly losing faith, post-haste
take the time you've got from here to there
after all these years I'm still amazed
you'll not go under but rise above these waves
though we're not built for happy sailing
from Baltimore to this shore
obligations to engage or
take a knotted rope, struggle no more
current's none too friendly stowaways
we'll not be broken but rise to ride these waves
coast to coast most beautiful and strange
we'll not go under but rise to ride these waves
these waves
One after another-
I fail to fast an egg for another-
one after another...
I ready reasons-
corroding all of the studded,
I claim to be beamed-
compounding my bummers,
shouting to withstand,
or reprimand my shudder,
ending in the rudder,
rotating a lover,
loading of the stowaways hover.
Scattered Ash
by Odin Roark
The urn is tipped
Scattered ash enjoins
Jetstream
Jetsam
Flotsam
Atop the winds and currents
Nature's gathering
Knowing not yet
The next evolution of life's decay
Possibility awakens
This consciousness beyond our own
This departure from one actuality
Into the reformation of another
Molecular iteration begun decades earlier
Now roaming carefree among other airborne particles
Innocent stowaways enfolded in winged flights
Or ocean saturated driftings
Bobbing patiently
Awaiting new beginnings
As the journey continues
Feathers
Seaweed
Plastic cups and bottles
Provide passage
Shoreward
Skyward
Forward
A measureless journey this
Where matter exists forever
Where ash continues as yesterday's index
Referring to tomorrow's pages
Scattered ashes
Once of flesh and blood
Now returning to the vortex of cosmic chance
Where fresh finger-paints of infancy
Become infinity's next masterpiece
To mourn or not to mourn
Omniscience winks
It was a day or two before the smells came
Silent moments of déjà vu
In which the walls whitened in sympathy
The tiles laughing their cracked guilt
How did they find me here? Stowaways
In bottles of surgical spirits
Their cold indifference stifling
They watched me from the bathroom cupboard
Gripping this last vestige of panic
Its clinical stench the smell of God
I list the words for fear in lines of nines
Our toothbrushes lying side by side
The Old Ship-Wright
I’ve held the stars in the palm of my hand
And ladled the sunrise where no man has been
I’ve forged my anchors from hellish fires
And planed fine teakwood that served the Queen’s tea
But now my sun sets quicker than mice
That hide like stowaways burdened with lice
My ship has set sail on my final voyage
My trusted windlass asleep in the well
The sailor, the mill-wright, my names aplenty
I’m proudest of ship-wright
Naught trade for a two-penny
Tho’ my booms sweep my memories ‘fore and aft
My fleet of ships were built to last
08/03/10
9:37pm
So, beneath flying darts
You are low on my floor
Cutting at meaningless pieces of paper
Which your eyes can’t discern
Until your picture hops the train
Headed on a midnight ride
To my door
A corrupt collision
Oh, how I love stowaways
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