Snowdrops wilted face
Hidden thoughts of forgiveness
Frostbite a habit
Elongated shades
Lifetimes of togetherness
corpses of morrows
Musketeers battling
My eyelids a moist valley
Future renderings
My mind sits so still
in flutter of a heartbeat
I hear thousand drums
Lilies in the night
sixty-six and six hundred
sacrificed in flight
Bottomless terror
Roots of nothingness prevail
Heart in black to sail
Pantomimes dance wild
I harbour within me child
of golden years dreamt
I scale back horrors
Endings rewind beginnings
Magic soars within
In scent’s memory
I can smell the spring coming
oozing out of trees
Tomorrow’s leaves fly
Crunch of green lift my feet slight
Windows heed doors’ cry
Reading of the poem:
Crescent moon
Glistens on treetops
Blowing winds
Change the skies
Cloudy landscapes meet our eyes
Decanting pearl drops
Humans rise
Multiple tasks shake
Their dark ribs
As they stir
Notions of a foregone Time
While the war bells chime
The ground spills
Red waters that slide
They know not
Colours’ calls
Crimson landscapes cut our falls
To touch, not divide
Reading of the poem:
I had a will to survive
My hands rising in rebellion
I knew that I was alive
For my heart beat in unison
The will in me was so weak
No one can bear witness to this
My tongue cuts me as I speak
The blood of my blood wore such bliss
In vain the pursuit of sense
The pupil my pupil dilates
View of my rivers so dense
Leading mind that flood celebrates
I have a will to survive
The teacher brands me a lesson
Into the essence I dive
Like angels falling from Heaven
Reading of the poem:
Seek me in the rivers that flow stark
I have given in to the tides that all embrace
yielding into the deltas that claim more
that demand from all the very core
I will gaze upon the sun unflinching
the memories of you lying intact
unravelling in a world we never touch
as I watch your dark wings glowing
Laying on a bed of flowers exhaling
scent of jasmine, rose and moonflowers
I am one with my other face hidden
deep into the water it slowly grows
What is you has now become me, us
and what I am I know exists no more
yet I explore the emptiness of your face
translucent, aglow, it escapes physicality
I look beyond the life we never had
beyond stolen instances of nighttime
into the compressed breaths taken
to construe a world beyond the world
We will sing sweet and soft lullabies
to the unborn children we raised
in our mind’s eye they roam playgrounds
sitting in the recesses of my bosom
We keep and weep within my bosom
withered like an old nun’s gait
it speaks of unraveled moments
In Time we will see them flourish
Reading of the poem:
Fed with constant realities
their idle waves of intent
breaking through my fears
I bear fruit to a sullen morrow
I fixate beyond the edge of myself
on the anticipated remembrance
of the snow-white place in me
where I fail to see you no more
Your face grows stark and steady
In a solitary place I keep hidden
between collar bone and chest
bubbling with the residue of unrest
My brain will build tall citadels
where your name will reiterate
like a broken disk hitting my skull
one dull thud after another drops
There are fleeting looks encircled
by the morosity of frozen cheeks
They bask in the sunlit shadows
born to the eye that blinks never
Tomorrow I will bear no weight
Like a maiden before her sunset
I will tear away my shaking limbs
in offering to the beasts that pray
Reading of the poem:
Will I find that special sound
of sweet sighing redemption?
I feel it through the winds unwound
like a flag without a nation
I hear yonder muffled cries
I wander beyond their borders
in the weaving of truth and lies
heaves the rhythm of disorders
Blue and pink and a pint of glue
The glowing glee of a life to come
What is deceit and what is true
of meagre talk the total sum
Whisper without me an ear to fill
What comes forth a tongue to twist
Through landscapes I seek to still
As grows stronger my rising fist
Reading of the poem:
Her skin felt a burn
A thousand suns flared within
Ancient tattoos writhed
Blisters wrote on skin
a story of a lifetime
wrapped within gray folds
Darkness was conquered
The old adage came to light
New Order commenced
A flash of moonlight
Illuminated her eyes
Sun’s flames wrestled moon
Tired men kept watch
The battle was an emblem
Olden moon beat sun
Sun flickered dying
The children came to New Age
of innocence lost
Reading of the poem:
ILLENIUM - Crawl Outta Love (feat. Annika Wells)
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly Haiku Poetry prompt challenge using the words “burn”, “old” and their synonyms. For more information and to see the contributions please follow the link below:
Windchimes blowing mud
Replica of ghostly snow
trickling music slides
A symphony arises
blended with her heart
Musical feat strays
Orchestra goes on
Sound a slave to her teardrops
a simple witches’ brew
Fusion of features
An amalgam of sounds stir
Ice around her heart
A pulp of papers
Letters from a time long gone
components of slush
Hope and fear’s union
The slight feelings compounded
the death of her dreams
Reading of the poem:
Diary of Dreams - The Valley
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly Haiku Poetry prompt challenge using the words “blend”, “slush” and their synonyms. For more information and to see the contributions please follow the link below:
I was once a swan
gracefully gliding
I conquered surfaces of waters
gleaming as they slipped
tickling my under belly
working their way to my neck
that revealed itself to slaughter
Daytime picked its grind
tossing me sideways
ripping parts of my wings
as I lay flat on the lake
a sacrifice to my ineptitude
my commonplace fantasy
of being no more
What is left of me loosens
at the edges; it parts
revealing scintillating facets
of places hidden within
where I search for my traces
when I moved head held high
unveiling my togetherness
I am still sometimes a swan
patching feather after feather
through my insides laid bare
retrieving lost wings
carved inside my memories
They speak of lost paradise
when we were all children
I see now the swan in her
fleetingly visible in the sun
shadows of her wings soaring
high above the green lake
I see her and feel the ache
She hides it gracefully
We were once swans
Reading of the poem:
Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" - Piano Sonata No.14 - Arr. G.Grant
The winds carried me
delicate wings fluttering
in ascent of skies
Dark clouds gathered tight
In graceful touch of the night
while the moons surged sleek
The days’ rise upturned
sunlit landscapes glittered white
The tides washed the beach
Sparkling sugar straits
reflections of sandy slopes
swell under the sun
Bright eyes stretch inwards
gathering the suns rays’ kiss
irises spotless
The sea progresses
my body in solemn vow
meets dizzy waves’ pull
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