tonight …I’ll romance scented silence
as dusk kisses the heart of harlequin horizon~
dripping memories ~ in cacophonous clemency…
but to feel the finesse flames of love,
illuminating the trembling tip of a sizzling skyline,
I’ll draw a smoky stairway to the stars;
an ambience of garnet granules… shifting, in crooning colors…
for between the rising sighs of the sun
and the setting eyes of the moon ~ farewells float;
like ineffable verses frozen in timeless rhythm..
I ponder, is the sky a gloaming mirror of eternal footprints,
unveiling hallelujahs of heartbeats in heaven?
as I still hear your song, paused on repeat, in our favorite chorus…
~ perhaps I am a word dreamer ~
saturated in weeping winds;
trembling from poetic fever
jolted by twilight tremors
bursting forth acrylic dews
in pigments of pensive blue…
Categories:
tremors, deep,
Form: Free verse
Fragrance of bliss tremors,
mirrors voice of conscience,
being but pulse of God,
enlivening presence,
leaving love drenched soul awed.
Fragrance of bliss tremors,
compass infallible,
steers fickle attention
into quietude of
tranquil meditation.
Fragrance of bliss tremors,
reveals heaven within
heart’s radiant torus,
ours if we surrender,
by becoming porous.
Fragrance of bliss tremors,
vivifying our form
is but God’s magnetism,
filling us with delight,
igniting body prism.
28-December-2022
Categories:
tremors, god, joy,
Form: Monchielle Stanza
bright orange explosion waking the mind
brings one back to a more dangerous time
haunted gaunt face of starving, frightened child
the chilling results of egos gone wild
thick black smoke of a village on fire
outcomes from authoritarian ire
now chaos surrounds with nowhere to run
but a sociopath's version of fun
decay and mayhem is all that there be
not with eyes but mind at times forced to see
shivering tremors brought on by a dream
fear not the result of what may be seen
bad behavior taken to nth degree
making remembrance the reality
Categories:
tremors, conflict, memory, perspective, remember,
Form: Sonnet
Earth shivers
no tremors
corona virus
Categories:
tremors, fate,
Form: Heroic Couplet
It's 2 am by the clock
And my weary heart
Kept Forlorn on the shelf.
The dust crystallising it
And adding a layer for
Me to not feel, but I do.
Gently, I pick it up,
Not so gentle, it feels
Oh, my desolate heart,
What do you need?
Like a thousand steps,
It sinking down the drain,
Like the windless summer,
Choking in its own pain.
I wish I had a hammer,
Or will perhaps,
To cut the knot that
Holds so tight.
It's 3 am by the clock,
Mercy, oh lord,
End this
Forsaken night.
Categories:
tremors, absence, deep, depression, i
Form: ABC
She expresses her displeasure with us
Acknowledging the hurt we cause her
Though our care, is little
For science may attempt to repair
But severed her, we have
Only without our presence, can she heal
A home to us, she has been
Wishing to nurture us, with her produce
Though our greed, proves our weakness
Her food we use, than discard
As better it, we believe we can
A greater profit, is there for us
Provided us with much leisure, she has
Wishing us to be content, with our surroundings
Though to be satisfied, we choose not
For superior to four-legged creatures, we view ourselves
But our similarities, would defeat our differences
If our respect to her, was like theirs
Her wounds, are greater now
As our holes we have dug deep, to steal the gold within her
Though through her heat, she has emanated a warning
But only in her tremors, do we fear
For realize we do, dependent on her we are
No matter the improvements we attempt, our lives she owns still
Categories:
tremors, anger, betrayal, care, earth,
Form: I do not know?
Power shifts from points
Capital demands profit
We are just puppets
Nature revolts through tremors
Towering greeds - shatter down
20.01.16
Categories:
tremors, environment, power,
Form: Tanka
Lay down my child,
be wrapped within my welcoming arms.
I am the blanket of the night.
Tender thy hold until lights of the morrow.
Laying down to sleep,
foggy is her mind.
Nestling down to the empty space of oblivion.
Slowly the beating of her heart.
S-S-Stutter does her heart of seconds uncalled.
Nearly jumping out of her skin.
She cannot recall what brought awareness.
But the eery feeling of inky havoc,
has her trembling under her sheets.
Satans greedy claws
tearing at her chest.
Lay down my child,
Let the night not scare,
be humbled to the peace,
a taste of death as we speak.
Screams erupt in her mind,
the whisps and shadows of something else.
Ungrippable, intangible, inconceivable.
Toss left, toss right. Let you're pulse take flight.
A sneer, blood dripping off fangs.
Lay down my child,
rest thy eyes.
Something lurks in the dead of night.
Be it not human,
be it not kind,
it'll always lurk on the edge of minds.
Categories:
tremors, confusion, dark, death, depression,
Form: Free verse
Star strung
like Bette Davis Sundays
marathon watching
and sitting in tears
Wrestling emotions
which calm and confuse us
Confound us and move us
beyond golden years
Broken
like black and white vision
fuzzy and stationed
with grey rabbit ears
Lost in commotion
which break and betray us
which bullet gun lays us
compounding our fears.
Categories:
tremors, history, people, social,
Form: Free verse