In the desert of silence, where thoughts are born from extinguished sands
...In the desert of silence, where thoughts are born from extinguished sands,
A creature without garments, with eyes burning like fallen stars,
Holds its pulsating heart in dry hands, like a poisoned ...
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Categories:
ungrasped, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
Through The Door of Death
...I step through the door of death tonight,
A whispering void, a quit flight.
Beyond the pain beyond the tears,
An end to all my silent fears.
The world behind. fades to a blur,
A life ungr...
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Categories:
ungrasped, bereavement, confidence, death, earth,
Form: Rhyme
In the mirror, one day, the stranger will stand and you will gaze long
...In the mirror, one day, the stranger will stand and you will gaze long,
The shadow of what was, shall fade into the unknown to be.
You allowed others to be the carriers of self, and they misdirecte...
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Categories:
ungrasped, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
Defining Life
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The ebullient fluidity of ecstasy cascades with charisma
across the enchanting fabric entrenched in the valley of time,
changes the tenor with the reflection of imaged chromatic sky
on the p...
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Categories:
ungrasped, analogy, joy, life,
Form: Free verse
If you wish to conquer my soul in shreds of forever
...If you wish to conquer my soul in shreds of forever,
Drop your mask and carry me in your embrace,
As a panther, lie in wait for me, not to steal me away,
But to dance with me in the love's palace ...
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Categories:
ungrasped, soulmate,
Form: Free verse
A Seasonal Love
...I loved him in a Summer's breeze,
though Summer ripened into Fall.
His Winter arms, a cooler squeeze,
a chill became an April squall.
A season's moment left ungrasped.
I thought of love, but l...
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Categories:
ungrasped, desire, lost, love, summer,
Form: Sonnet
Stravinsky - the Rite of Spring
...Taken inside the bowels
of bassoons,
tropical heat from
swelling bows.
Sweat labors the brow,
full with carnal dissonance.
The throat is lunged
by a beast
veiled in foliage.
Spewed in...
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Categories:
ungrasped, analogy, birth, creation, desire,
Form: Personification
Grief
...Here, but not touched.
Waiting...
for none but another ending.
Figurative pages are flexed, flattened
and shadows remain ungrasped.
Breath is unready for impact.
Staring at a stationary page ma...
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Categories:
ungrasped, bereavement, death, depression, grief,
Form: Free verse