Her Poem

time and circumstance
holding force
on our union’s resting
turning harmony dissonant

when i listen
to the tones
of shrill cries
from passing stars

my efforts
to gain passage
are denied

left scarred
from having so misjudged
the heights
obscured by heaven
despite this heart’s bursting

still
i have felt
the shards of piercing
work their way into my song
words imbued
to shape the softened strings
that set this sallow soul
to brood

the day shall come
in the offset glow
of winter’s nuance
swept into
the undertow’s sway
where we will walk
tethered
in the hour
of silent prose

In Heart Woven Harmonic Virtue

erstwhile flashes of our enduring tale

have danced across the stage in the theatre of my mind

these lavishly adorned accounts of amorous bliss

render me besotted with the beauty and boldness of your love

your words are as delicate motes of pollen

steadily born upon this weathered breast

breathing vitality anew

as familiar as tea and cake

bringing forth a fabled tapestry of time’s treasured trove

composed of our memories

transcendent twinkle entwined in euphony

the luck that looms our love’s lore lingers eternal

for once again, we have found one another

my spirit rejoices

ringing resonantly throughout the vales of the cosmos

in heart woven harmonic virtue

On the Old Submissive Floor

Winter’s dawn has drawn as it must

Soon to rust the iron hinged doorway

The one that trapped the pointed finger

Where all that was for only once

 

Bits of dried and crackled color

Faintly holding lost resemblance

Passing sun storms on persistent

Blanched beyond the pallid hues

 

Now these eyes have outgrown reason

Cried as many seasons shed

In the clearing it is shown

The frame has fit the puzzled pane

 

Still my scrutinous eye searches

For an answer, glancing inward

Stunted by the icy blades

Hanging from my grim reflection

 

Rotted wood that mirrored diamond

Stood before me once before

Smashed these toes, drew crimson water

Stoic in its disregard

 

All that happened has become

The stilted visions passing through

Vanishing as though to squander

Gathered thoughts on barren sand

 

Pictures state a stranger’s case

Strangled by the deepest lines

Digging deeper towards life

To fell the death long overdue

 

Though I heard the crickets clamor

As I sunk into the board

Creaking as it knows itself to

On the old submissive floor

 

Scattering to reach remission

Exits can’t escape my eyes

As apprised of wasted matters

Tapering eternal haste

Precipitous Parting

i held you in my eyes of twine
heavy lidded, in heaven’s fallout

at the garden of impressioned impetus
were petals adrift of quelling aquarelle

destined for reveries resting on bezel
should rays of radiance concord

as does every elegy effuse essence
come astral flights of wastrel mien

crestfallen cries affecting acrimony
as chemicals crude, and ghost collide

solace sought in trails of tined stinging
when souls embark to hearken home

a breathless whisper winces wistfully
e’er stilled by stay of loss allayed

Art and Artifice

art and artifice
polarities
implicitly aligned
timeless
structures strewed about
abstractions
born of suffering

whimsical woes
weave what is reaped
obscured
by the dimness
of expansion
forging
through temporal constructs
arriving
at imminent eminence

the flagship is abandoned
as its author
sinks
into the plundering depths
of a tapering relevance
prudence eclipses propriety
its elements
soon omitted

remnants lay errant
apparent to none
artifice
begets artifice
as art
is forsaken

Failed Words

i hear my words encrypt my thoughts

as deftly as they soon appear

layered attempts to obfuscate

the discourse of my mind’s duress

 

neatly tucked in wisps of whimsy

affectations strung like beads

set upon a single strand

bearing down with every breath

 

poring over my life’s learnings

laboriously languishing

in search of vainglorious displays

to shield me from such stark reflection

 

these notions superficialized

trivialize my truths

for all that i require to say

stripped of grandiloquence

is infinite in its simplicity

and speaks loud as the sun

articulates the ineffable

understood by heart alone

 

my words have failed me once again

by succeeding to obscure conation

poignancy as parody on parade

in pandered prose most profuse

Phantom Proximity

what is this
this intangible void in which we invade this same space
energies exchanging pleasantry
impassioned, please
the pull of our plight fall elsewhere
 
behind numbered masks
bound to the task of liquid lines
faintly flickering free from threat
as threadbare risk complacent
 
i sense the scents composing inference
how can i say what cannot be seen
your palm caress
a warmth mistaken
 
the truth that lingers loudly
encompassing like lumberingplumes
halting at our phantom presence
outlining arresting proximity

Defying Silence

fuck the ceiling, looming like tomorrow’s marquee
gaudy flashes from which i must turn
for within lies the ever-present artifice
skulking in dungeons of impulsion

fuck the floor, a cold mirage of hope
rife with arbitrary voids
no measured step bears relevance
pits of quicksand amid houred glass

fuck the door, weak and hingeless
prison cell of self-appointing or shielding from the shrill
one false waft of breath not bated
crumbling point of worlds divided

fuck the words, defying silence
skies of doubting look upon us
laughing in these measured steps
jarring with observant hues

Ah, Humans

ah, humans being
so wont to not be gotten
so want not to be forgotten
besotted with perpetuance
e’er naught bearing consequence
for quietus looms nigh
as riotous cries are uttered
vying for immortal conquest
dressed in coiled entropy
whilst self-appointing eminence
a burdensome sight
in piteous plight