Virgin shrouds Mourning wombs Innocence cut short Parents' lap Empty broken Shoulders weary Eyes weighed Bullets strayed Nameless assail Hopes frail. When bombs fly And sirens cry Children cannot defy They wonder if they Will live to see Another dawn Play and run all day long And they wonder What the fighting is all about?
Danseuse
Waltzing through air, this vision with beguiling delicate grace
Like a danseuse figure, poised, carving delicate grace.
A breeze gently embraces this fragile creature
touching nimble limbs, a limber accentuating delicate grace.
Sunlight streams iridescent on her lissome stance
symmetrically lithe and supple, flaunting delicate grace.
Rhythmic movements pattern fawn colored sand creations
nudging grass beneath, with a soothing delicate grace.
The boundless energy of this dainty, flighty antelope
as she ambulates gracefully, epitomizing, delicate grace.
Elusive, mysterious, uninhibited, she basks in nature’s fold
within a cosmos, spangled with, pleasing, delicate grace.
Her vulnerability fills me with foreboding and much fear
of bloodthirsty predators, massacring delicate grace.
Finding The Rhyme
I send my words into the sky Watch them rhyme and then fly. I close my eyes and feel the air Forgotten words lost without care. I take the letters in my hand And put them on a poetic stand. I scribe the words on a starlit scroll Watch words take shape as night unfolds. My dreams drift from a soul that bleeds In the blue of ink, fractured lines freed. I run my hands over my words My fingers feel the emotions stirred. With tender ease, the poetry glides From my page to your eyes.
Moonchild
I am a child of the earth
Raised by the stars in the sky
Tended by the moon as I sleep
Scars of the world clothe me
Her wounds rich in history.
I am bathed by the tears of the clouds
When it rains, the wind howls-in my ears
Apocalyptic....
When I cry-the earth soaks up my tears
A piece of my soul
Turning to dust;
And like dust, I rise
A storm of stardust
On moonstruck madness..
The sky calls out my name at dawn
Sparking the sun on my breast..
I am a child of the earth
The darkness and the light
The truth, the lie
Sorrow and joy
It's all there in the
Pen that I wield.
#free verse
Idiolect
Somewhere
Between
The silence
And the pause
I try to find the words
I write a love letter to Cupid
My
Syllables
All
Wrong.
Poet And Muse
I write from my soul to yours I undress my heart to show you my scars. Crimson-tinged words need no pages Scattering into synapse spaces. The pain spills as blood blue ink Dipped in the inkwell of syllabic sync. Hold my words close to your heart They are my soul's oxygen chart. I am a poet who paints with her pen To frame my page with your name again and again.
Magnolia Reveries
Alphabets become jeweled figurines
Like studded stars drip-dropping
Sparkling confetti on a magnolia vignette…
I sit in quiet solitude breathing in the solace of sepia memories…crocheting a borealis in my solstice day
Syllables of Monet hues flame
A potpourri of poesies
Galaxy’s champagne
Serenades my rosette fire
Kaleidoscopic eloquence
Needling a mantle of chrome waltzes
A phonographic euphoria
Etching a musky interlude
Of shared tears
Radiating scarlet of an Amaryllis quill…
Magnolia Reveries
Alphabets become jeweled figurines
Like studded stars drip-dropping
Sparkling confetti on a magnolia vignette...
I sit in quiet solitude breathing in the solace of sepia memories...crocheting a borealis in my solstice day
Syllables of Monet hues flame
A potpourri of poesies
Galaxy's champagne
Serenades my rosette fire
Kaleidoscopic eloquence
Needling a mantle of chrome waltzes
A phonographic euphoria
Etching a musky interlude
Of shared tears
Radiating scarlet of an Amaryllis quill...
Along Came A Spider
Along came a spider An eight legged rider. In her web, I espied a fly Other insects came to say goodbye. The spider's sting operation Causing pain sensation. Spidey's silken seduction Makes no cause for affection. An intrepid with her labyrinth Her stealth is her fingerprint. She never trips in her net Her web is her bayonet. She walks and stalks a silky trail Rigging a web to catch the frail. Spiders are seen and never heard They wield a most unlikely sword.
Poetry: The perfect noun
If I had wings to fly I would go to the scarlet moon On the wings of a diamond night Trying to live again Because the poet in me cannot die I would go in search of my muse I would go in search of eternity.. Under an ancient sky That spills the sun in my hair Wildflowers in my eyes Poetry on my lips When the wind sings on my skin Broken heartstrings kindle a lilt Clouds weep into the blue My soul goes sleepless As the moon and sun wake together Feeding my soul with ink In a silence that goes ballistic A quill that needs to be tranquilized I idolize thoughts that spring From poetry.. My mind stops hurting I crash my hourglass..
Moonbeams dance
moonbeams dance on my pillow this unknown summer night venus blooms like cereus in an ebony sky a hushed wind carries My dreams to you I pick up my pen...
Little Poems
Blue velvet night
Blue velvet night
A sapphire moon
On a lustrous viridescent sea
Sail away with me.
Under a bowl of sky
Under a bowl of sky
That has turned upside down
A cerise wind cries
Spilling white stars
Defying gravity
In ether’s immortality.
Tasting autumn
I ate a persimmon
It tasted of autumn
Tangerine’s last bloom
Auburn russet luminescence.
Silk orb-weavers
In the cobweb
I found a spider
Hanging by a thread
Barely clothed
In liquid silk
Soaked.
Sky run
Whisper of sapphire
Zephyr sequinned
In eagles’ cry
I see
Hues of dawn sky
A blue wind blows through
My heart
Skips a beat .
Fire-Water
Sun swims to shore
Melting blue to silver gold
Rhythmic ebb and flow
On liquid charcoal.
I Poet
I feel
The touch of your smile
Like Cello Suite No.1 in G major
Rhymes hang heavy
In translucent tears
Eyelashes tickled
By star visions
Orion and Artemis
In sky’s eternity
From trauma
I make poetry
Dreams are like
Scattered leaves
On an autumn wind
There’s hesitation
In my thoughts
Like a broken melody
I listen like birds listen to the sky
My fingers wrap their
Aquamarine wisdom
Blossoms quiz the sun
Wild flowers burn the horizon
Meteors burst in the hills
My page waits
For the rawness of my words.
Striking A Balance
I balanced a penny on my thoughts
And saw the danger money wrought
Even though money made itself useful
Deep within, the heart became sorrowful
In life’s mad shuttle, doubts conditioned
Built in the mind, pessimism positioned
My soul sought an oath from earth’s sanctuary
I needed laughter to help me keep my mental liberty
Living on the edge of a knife gave me the edge
I cultivated an optimism and made it my pledge .
My Swan-song
Gold sun rising
Echo of warmth
On the wings of birds
Drawing the deepest breaths
Fragrant harmony plush
In the pulse of blooms
I see the sunflowers turn to the ultramarine
Creaming the air
A coagulation of hues
As flowers burn hot on the horizon
Whisper of petals reveal the rapture of forgotten fantasies
Rolling into the heartbeat of time
Rain forged clouds stir the ether
Smelling like sanctity
The mystics of sensitive wisdom
I fall in love with the universe again
Its like seeing the inside of a raindrop
My swan song is a whimsy wanderlust
Blue ~ my ink
I daydream into my page.
Ten Seconds To Midnight
Ten seconds to midnight ;
My hourglass flips
Goldilocks Zone
lonely heart:
my soul flutters
the Goldilocks zone
Free Speech
the best things in life are free
except for
free speech
The Donkey
beast of burden
a burdened beast
thinking what an ass he is
Follow My Drift
I thought my last poem was the penultimate one
Second to none
Thought my work was done
But I still need to pen my ultimate one.
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