Love is a candle burning at both ends.
We’re staring at colors not yet meant to be framed.
A prototype mixture of vermilion and cerulean,
raised to the power of negative sixteen in transmittance.
Deliverance delayed, waiting in the DLC.
Within the range of projected infamy,
unnamed protocols remain unrendered, once derailed,
absorbed by parameters etched into
the Everlasting Struggle.
The unyielding, plain color of pain.
RED. RED. RED. RED.
I wish I’d never seen you from so far away.
Doppler blue. Roentgen to Gray.
But I was only ten milliseconds astray.
How did phase become so overpowering?
Amaranth-fuchsia is said to delay even faith.
Love, in its highest sincerity,
is a candle that
burns efficiently
at both ends.
Categories:
unrendered, color, dark, introspection, light,
Form: Free verse
It's the lack of grattitude,
It's the wanton desire.
It's the hopeless attitude,
It's the planet on fire.
It's the cost of living,
It's the war in Ukraine.
It's the unforgiving,
It's the realm of mundane.
It's the rise of insanity,
It's the falling of tears.
It's the search for humanity,
It's the preying on fears.
It's the blatant hypocrisy,
It's the bevy of crimes.
It's the death of Democracy,
It's the sign of the times.
It's the friendly neighbor,
It's the giggling child.
It's the honest labor,
It's the undefiled.
It's the sacrifice tendered,
It's the "None Left Behind."
It's the spirit unrendered,
It's the "One Of A Kind."
It's the cop on the beat,
It's the doctor on call.
It's the teacher so sweet,
It's the light in us all.
It's the Museum of Art,
It's the March of Dimes.
It's the hopeful heart,
It's the sign of the times.
Categories:
unrendered, death, desire, devotion, fear,
Form: Rhyme
My father passed a few years back, and he keeps appearing in my dreams, always on the same street and roughly the same dialogue. The poem/story has no real format. Just my feelings on it. Thanks!
Silent Street
On streets where past and present collide, holograms ride delta waves
You sidle up, gate light and easy, mid conversation
I Parse the rhetoric for glimmers of acceptance
But again benign, drivel muddles the way
The one sided blather on photography labors uncontested
Your catalogue, a thorough exhibition of you
Fitting. Buried emotions etched in celluloid
Reveling in silent shame, feeling a camaraderie
of sorts
Time is short, so silent I stay
Ears hinged for signs of accountability
A modicum of responsibility
And so I wait...
The pipe store beckons, it's almost time
Fading into the night he says We'll meet up later
I know we will. So Maybe, next time.
Till then, in silent space, I standalone. Apologies unrendered.
Categories:
unrendered, anger, bereavement, death, depression,
Form: Free verse
Up beyond the silver,
There is a surface that touches me still.
Unrendered like a morning smile,
The joke is that it's a breathe away from our being.
Serious as a cow I walk through it,
Waving, now, from the other side.
*For "Bite-Size Contest No27"*
Categories:
unrendered, life,
Form: Free verse
wondering
how many around the world
are a little too warm in their beds
tonight
new spring heat
feet throbbing from days work
sheet touching tender ankles pain shoots
up
warm sheets
warm breath of my lover
as he drifts
into sleep
days over
at least he's resting now
yet work thoughts swirl my brain
money
one sons heartbreak
anothers illness
anothers life anguish
and its not just the heat
making our beds
warm tonight
another unrelenting day
will come
tasks will be undone
decisons unrendered
elusive peace of mind.
Categories:
unrendered, angst
Form: Free verse
Shattered hearts
broken tears
ripped promises turned to
adulterated selfishness and
unrendered fear
Shadows descend
darkness prevails
Hendered dreams turn to
rain falling without shelter and
your enemy is you
(c) July 2,2008
Rosemarie Schrock
Categories:
unrendered, sad
Form: Verse