Descend to join me now in Luna’s sept
Before the summer storm’s pale vision
Disturbs the bed of glory where you slept
And sighed at passing time’s derision!
Arise and sow your wonder over hills
Where free birds can outlast the wingless,
And grass unweaves so gently over rills
Whose timeless flow is quick and listless!
Unending hours advance while tearing off
Astrologers’ ill fancies, deader
Than fragments wrought and torn away by scoff,
Whose broken vows are Hope’s beheader.
All envy shrinks, for you are like the spell
Which thaws cold marble into living
Decay. Descend, illume our moon-beamed dell,
For memories can foil misgiving!
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Categories:
unweaves, allegory, allusion, death, love,
Form: Rhyme
It was that damn, no wax, light blue floor.
That was the last atrocity, the very last straw.
Spilled spoils, splattered toils, Roach Motel sadness.
Soilent dust collected from a kitchen cooking madness.
I said, "Sweetheart, it's over. No more. I am done."
"It's time for my geisha. To be born. To become."
Her books I discarded: Cosmo. and Real,
Obliterating all scuff marks of boots and high heels.
At the entrance to each room I posted a sign:
"NO SHOES SHALL BE WORN IN THIS HOUSE OF MINE!"
I said, "Sweetheart, it's over. No more. I am done."
"It's time for my geisha. To be born. To become."
I purchased and dressed her in costumes divine,
Of gold and spun silk, a traditional line.
She learned the art of walking on my back without a hitch.
She fed me like an emperor and scratched my every itch.
Until that rabid day I lost my lovely geisha ...
To a *****!
Now I'm rejected, neglected and shunned.
No wife. No geisha. No body. No sun.
I could have foretold the events you have read:
A carpet abused unweaves its thread.
Still, I must have my geisha --
To my grave I will tread....
Categories:
unweaves, humorous, life, marriage, people,
Form: Narrative
she suffered in silence
the inglorious dirt of rumor
as she tried unweave the web it wraps round her
far from being willing to live this way
the lies and the stink of deception settle in
but she keeps struggling against the tide
she is a sweet beauty incongruous
the late day clouds roll in
and she casts a weary glance at the troubled skies
trouble enough on my own
don't need another fistful of snakes
but deep down inside she knew she could handle
another dark day
long as there is the bright promise of someday
and as the rain and stink of decay settles in
she rises above like she always dose
people will always talk
spite is a hunger that is never sated
jealousy is a disease that has no cure
she suffered in silence
the inglorious dirt of rumor
but she is made of better steel
and this will never break the likes of her
and as she unweaves the web of lies
she feels stronger with the knowledge that she will win
Categories:
unweaves, beauty, change, destiny, irony,
Form: Free verse
Aeneas crept into the depths
of the underground, upright
he stepped
darkly
as dead roses pressed
and she wept
(Persephone)
in the pit
(indemnity)
where shadows slept
bellowing
as bellows sing
so readily
below those mourning bells that ring
burrowed
'neath the death of Spring
borrowed
from the breath we breathe
burroughs
of departed greed
ennui ennui ennui I scream
wake up! this hell is not a dream
and all is eaten as it feeds
and everything is as it seems
and everything is vanity
as Ashteroth to Easter bleeds
calamitous insanity
the bedlam that Pandora breeds
and Neptune drowned himself in seas
abysmal king of dead seaweeds
the pit is dank and dark and deep
and filled with those of restless sleep
and as the riddle of the Sphinx
shows that time is entropy
just as chains are naught but links
our DNA, life's tapestry
unweaves itself unto deceit
stranding us in furnace heat
like the Rich Man full of thirst
as is the last so was the first
Categories:
unweaves, allegory, death, easter, riddle,
Form: Free verse
My children in cold anguish seethe
A spiteful mind sowed them with sinister seed
We praise them as they succeed
In the material world to live as emotional weed
Their little wings unfeathered for spiritual flight
O help me pray for then tonight
O parents, when you seek revenge
Against your sundered complement, remember
My children, just causes God avenge
If your cause is just, why blaze the cold ember
To advertise the bitterness of anger, suspend
Digging of the pit for sad end
Save the children when things fall
Apart, sure these silent years have wasted me
My choice to back against the wall
But time unweaves the false plots of history
And innocense is ambrosia to my hungry soul
Sea stones are clean where salt waters roll.
Categories:
unweaves, familychildren,
Form: Verse
Woods in deep mist
shallow brook of shimmering slik
unweaves over rocks.
Cooling breeze -- rustling leaves
wind chimes in the nght
Categories:
unweaves, peace
Form: Free verse