A Beautiful Twilight
November 15, 2008
Here is a new poem I’ll put here rather than there. More to come in coming weeks.
A Beautiful Twilight.
A twilight occasion.
Fleeting, yet timely recurrent hour of magic,
to those who dare to wish and care to wait.
Moonlight seems like a lie,
never twice the same to be trusted.
Twilight though,
Steady in it’s sensual dance as it tosses it ’s seductive cloak about.
Dreams and Midnight
August 9, 2008
Drawn by dream like lure,
as dream and reality mingle on lucidity’s tide washed shore.
Midnight’s soft light, candle light spell,
carnival of mysteries swirling ’round Midnight’s carousel.
While Fates and Furies gather to conspire,
Dreams and Midnight gather to retire.
A vanishing beacon
August 3, 2008
A sharply shining light strikes the corner of my eye.
A strange luminous illusion lingering,
until it vanishes as though it never was.
Again I turn away,
Again it glows.
Glowing light in the dark 3:00 am night
But it isn’t truly there,
Once I turn to face it,
All I see is night’s sightless stare.
To a friend afar.
July 27, 2008
Do I know you?
Or are you just a random stranger
who’s eye I’ve caught?
Is there some message
behind your mystery?
Some clue to be sought?
It is like a curious gaze,
held just long enough,
then it slips away.
Have we met before,
some time ago?
Some other day?
Within and away
July 20, 2008
Beneath the skin,
it silently slips away,
slips within.
Sheathed within an illusion’s haze,
a labyrinth leading nowhere,
tangling trails, an endless maze.
From behind a shadow, a beckoning smile,
softly soothing and warm,
if only for a while.
Behind the mirror
June 30, 2008
Hidden behind the mirror,
gone within a batting eye.
Maybe Narcissus wasn’t so lost in his own reflection,
just gazing at the other side.
The curious smile of a stranger,
yet on a warmly familiar face.
Like an image rippling in a pond,
with a vanishing wink, he eludes sight and trace.
Splintering
June 22, 2008
Crackling and splintering as it breaks.
Flying shards erupting outward as the tension tears from within.
There is no bending, nor sway.
As the crackle and snapping explode to a roar,
soon the ground shakes when this oak stands no more.
Like a vine to a limb.
June 15, 2008
Like a summer born vine,
clasped to a limb,
wrapped and entwined,
organically trimmed.
Twisting around,
together, tied in it’s curls.
Wound and, as one, bound
grasping the underside, as it furls.
Like a knotted cord,
over bark and branch, tethered.
Garnished and dotted,
spreading leaves, speckled and weathered.
Like a vine to a limb,
lover’s paths entwine.
Laced over time and again,
as together they climb.
Ashes
June 10, 2008
Beyond the dark eve falling
and past gray dawn’s dreary gloom.
At once a new day calling,
A rebirth of sorts, deliverance from the tomb.
Out of the ash and soot and charred remains,
Wreaking, the stench of stale smoke as perfume.
Alive again beneath smeared filth and stains,
A rebirth of sorts, from dormancy’s ashen womb.
Only when
June 8, 2008
Only with thoughts wandering,
do I recall.
A brief reminiscence, pondering,
one winter through ’till fall.
Once sweet, then bitter,
now indifferent it seems.
Forever just a glitter,
banished to vanishing dreams.
