Destiny spins a yarn threading A fibre through time To string up time on the wall or Embedded in an hourglass Well propotioned An equal upper and a lower half Like a doll Fate caught in a glass jar Flowing relentlessly, unstoppable Held under supervision in a place Called the four walls A house, a home Putty in whose hands A yarn is spun on a drop spindle To coat a collectible with sensibilities Carelessly toyed with Molded, branded, burned with The stamp of chauvinistic, masochism In this state of doom, time stands still, Tears prick the back of eyelids The prick of needle oozes blood Rubbed with shifting, sifting sands Little time granules freeze For that one moment But glory evades.
I saw the chicken slip out of her blouse As she did her strip tease at The Irish House Then Lord of the onion rings Decided to have multiple flings They both pole danced on spaghetti bolognese. #Limerick When i dined at The Irish House..
Delphinium scented night Delphinium sparkling bright Bright, the heliotrope stars Bright, the frosty tasseled hours Hours that spell sweet Alyssum Hours filled with poignant rhythm Rhythm chiming cosmic tunes Rhythm , lay of aural runes Runes that bloom in your eyes Runes that caress my sighs Sighs of our rendezvous Sighs that define I love you You are the vision in my eye You are where I want to fly Fly to where the flowers sway Fly to where our souls can stay Stay where your dreams become mine Stay to let interludes entwine Entwine Mine. A Blitz poem. # Blitz
In the Navajo white of wind's play I reach out gently with my arms Feeling the first hush of snow Brushing, dipping, curving Lattice of meadows Rune of snowflakes Twinkling like Crystal Pearls. Evanescing mystic afterglow A crowning of winter solstice Where fireplaces kindle The thawing of season's Celestial chill; Sun's frozen Iris smile Teary Frail. #Nonet
When I am on the brink of sleep Like a nomad trespassing the indigo night This journey that takes me to a new morning. When, in the fold of sleep, I hear Birds sigh to the moon's lyre As the glitter of nova floats To the wind's ballad pealing the eventide The amber of whispering breeze fades To the hum of Cereus blooms.. In the calm of a turquoise night Even as I sleep... My quill lies awake Writing the gentlest of dreams for me.
Rock me gently into a stardust's dream Till sweet dreams kiss eyelids drooping with sleep Where evening's prism bursts into twirled reams. The thrill of Mozart notes on your lips sweep Me into a glimmering, vintage night You gift me opal reveries to keep. Fireflies trailing vales and leas delight Pewter clouds gently quilt a lullaby Birds coo final ditty in fading light. Wispy sky hangs up its hat, triste goodbye To a cruising, mellow sun, adieu Then, stars are born as tinseled moonbeams sigh. On dappled landscape, tempo of night's hue I breathe to a sweet rush of honeydew. # Terza Rima
My fingers blossom My breath becomes myrrh As I meditate Into my chasteness I become the calm. Where my soul meets Spirit's quietude Hourglass waltzes To being released. I balance To become The woman I want To be For Me. #Diminished Hexaverse