Visit New Mexico,
she says... diamond cut sea
colored skies, a white
bursting. Sparkles. Reach
for these silver crests; gather-
birds soaring. Enspheres.
Orange tincture of
the peels loosening.Cruer
trickling down your
hands shaped like these peeled
spectral trees. Edges. Claws, clenched.
Titian dresses
the denuded bark:
sunlit ornaments. Deserts.
Bloodshot cast wings. Clots.
Categories:
wintered, allusion, angst, bird, community,
Form: Haiku
Imbued rose colors
of birth. Sky tinted billowed
petals, junked. Florid
gardens, immaculate.
Scents of citrus heavens. Bloodshot
tinctured cotton
colors. Rubicund
chalk crumbles, powders highlands
thrusting. An ingress
kerfs a hyloid
barrier. Cruer clots. Spook.
Cimmeran smudges.
Categories:
wintered, allusion, anger, angst, beauty,
Form: Haiku
One need not read her horoscope to know
this woman's fate, and though wisteria
cascades sweet blooms of lavender like snow
outside her door, it's still Siberia
pervading the dimensions of her mind,
for not one fickle thought or patch of moss
can thrive where bleakest shadows are enshrined.
No bittersweet, no dew drops. . . only loss
surrounds her heart. She tries to reminisce,
but like a barren continent grown cold,
she can't perceive one particle of bliss.
She's clasping grief and cannot be consoled!
Wisteria's perfume is in the breeze,
but in her soul remains a winter's freeze.
Categories:
wintered, grief,
Form: Sonnet
The seasons of the heart stop turning
When the last coal of hope stops burning...
The long wintered heart doth endow
Slumber, waiting for spring to come
Like the field that awaits the plow
Or, a seed that waits to become.
But no plow can break that frozen ground
Nor, can precious seeds of love be found...
It's a land where hope has vanished
That place called the long wintered heart
Where spring is forever banished
And, where winter never departs.
A dying land refusing to die
Frozen in pain beneath ashen skies...
A barren land with no cities
That's crowned a clown for it's king
A clown robed in blue self pity
Like, a blue bird that cannot sing.
No birds sing, no kingdom for the king
No summer's growth, no hope for a queen...
Yes, I know of this wintered place
In that wasteland there rules a clown
Who stole my name, and wears my face
With my smile painted upside down.
Timothy I. Brumley
Categories:
wintered, blue, heart, hope, lost
Form: Rhyme
the story's spoke
the songs she wrote
the long walks up the stairway
"I think i'll wear flair today"
Nothing really matters today
The storms she loved
The love she stormed
Swarm
the days alarm
you were mint, i was orange
I meant
I enjoyed the way we formed
Admittedly
we were children of ****
Late night fiilms and corn
an appetite for the born
slowly, calm down
go so slow now
You were a sunrise
I was a frown
It was sunset
where do we go now
There was a time
we unraveled with sand
When life resembled
a portion of gravel at hand
charm was something you endured
but i didn't have
"to be," was something you'd taste
But i couldn't grasp
so now it's back to
old pen and pad
You were a dear old lad
Spinely, unwinding
Down
Here before
Must we visit
once more
storms now surround saturn
as they did when we were
around that pattern
Venus peers from a distance
My hair extends
but theres just something
about wisdom
No ones going home
A song for the known
No ones going home
just a disarray
of a promise never shown
Categories:
wintered, adventure, life, love, music,
Form: Free verse
Brandy and Crème soda
Autumn summons us
Shoulder to shoulder
We know not
If we’re getting older
We are self confident soldiers
I give you the best
Of my brandy and Crème soda
March
Early and on we shall
Through these days of despair
Autumn prevails
Ways to soften
Whom could offer such a touch
A warm letter in the mail
Growing adolescents
A young man
The consequences that follow
A growing male
The turmoil that soothes us
Is growing ale
The spice that tips ginger
Snaps a small town singer
“I love you”
It’s going to be a long winter
Shall we withstand
This duration as centered
Look to no one
For flaws
seem to dissolve our mentors
Passion is Rum
Whiskey endures
cold nights and un-sober palms
A rapist telling me
“I love your mom”
A young harlet calling
“dear love come home”
A shelter
From where doubt comes
The city’s filth
Why it loves only my lungs
I’m good, I’m fine
Expressions in a glass of wine
Through these words
A strangers poetry
You and I
have become intertwined
I’m lost, I’m alone
I feel as though
I’ve become undone
Run, run, away and fast
On to no where, as orphans
We were found at last
Categories:
wintered, adventure, friendship, hope, life,
Form: Lyric