Vegetation verdant midst vapor-laden valley
Misty cloud-mountains mask mansions' mirage
Time trembles, delicate, teasing tender tree-shoots
Feathered flyers beat fast, beat furious, beat breathless
Oceans ooze overhead, omnipotent orchestration, oh so
Sonorous, solemn spectacle suggesting celebrations
Both beatific and bemused, beckoning bewitching
Doe-eyed denizens of languid, listless deltas ---
When my eyes alight upon your slender frame
Your swanlike grace freezing me
~ In the orb of your luxuriant gaze
Categories:
swanlike, love, nature,
Form: Alliteration
The seemingly tranquil sky
blooming with stars soon
pierced by a distant cry
that seems to swoon.
Beneath dense trees standing tall
to touch dark canvas painted
after dusk, prowls the epiphany of all
mother nature’s tainted.
The wise are often alone
and the dangerous hated,
but they express in moan
their solitude, once more grated.
Gradually their voices unite
in a song across the valley,
seeming to smite
all of innocence’s nest.
The moon in her splendour moves
to comfort the carnivores that commence,
and yet her beam soothes
not the beasts’ sense.
Torn between wrong and right
the moon spreads her swanlike wings amidst
the howls of her lovers, the kings of the night…
among the wolves in the mist.
Categories:
swanlike, allegory, animal, beautiful, howl,
Form: Quatrain
She had elegance and poise...
on the surface at least.
A deceptive calm;
swanlike.
Beneath,
a desperate struggle
against undercurrents
known only to her
and others in the same water.
She wasn’t sure if the water
was too hot
or too cold.
Neither did she see the shore;
she couldn’t see it...
yet she seemed, to her friends,
to walk there
with an air of confidence;
pristine in appearance.
To face the outside world
she boiled pans
to wash
her clothes
by hand.
To hide from her inner world
she wrote
poetry
and she read,
but never the mail;
those words would crumble
her fragile veneer.
Still, unopened,
they remained a malignant threat,
silently growing.
She had paid
hard earned money;
planned
for times such as these.
Insurances; protection plans;
vaccinations
against the virus of poverty,
but she hadn’t planned
on being trapped
by the so-called
welfare state.
There was never any immunity.
Categories:
swanlike, life
Form: Narrative