It speaks to me;
from cream softened oranges and greens disenchanted
and in turn pours into my veins and lifts,
November dreary, dour and dark
when deeper truths trickle from walls that are spiced—
I can never complain that years have been wasted,
as the wind breaks in
and sourwood blushes; it’s much too easy to give up,
The half-light of morning scatters reveries that once used
to be mine,
perhaps it too is aware of the dangers of mitigation—
as fallen leaves
curl upon the ground and hint; beauty and pain are two sides
of the same coin.
And now caffeinated tears are being replaced,
what can possibly be more fulfilling?
November dreary, dour and dark flows freely into my pen;
sketching all that’s possible as wisdom settles in,
we are finally one.
Photo credits: Miss. Pink. Coconut Illustrations, Pinterest
For my prompt at dVerse Pub, where I invite others to
contemplate the month of November. Come join us! 💝
Posted for Poetics: “What does November mean to you?” @ dVerse Pub
the perfect arbitrator;
I’d like to believe the sting of our lass kiss
wasn’t nearly as sharp as wailing guitar wringing—
like apples and almond milk,
against the window and thorough-going.
A shuddering sigh escapes from raw lips,
“would I be happier without it?”
Photo credits: Apples and Almond Milk 8×8 inches, oil painting by Sarah Sedwick
Lillian is our hostess today at dVerse and the word is “Happiness.”
Come join us! ❤️
Posted for Quadrille #115 @ dVerse Poets Pub
There is a peculiar shade of indigo hurt in the sky
that reflects in my eyes,
as the night commenced with its jagged tongue
while gulping the clouds, the thunder and rain
which I find both difficult and necessary to understand.
Did you think I was unfamiliar with the game
blind to the lipstick smear on your collar,
I am the heart of city
a highway that leads to both dreams fulfilled
and prison of unresolved thoughts.
I see the way you look at me
as though a berry brightly coloured,
sweet and sour,
which you can graze with your tongue
melt in your mouth,
I am October feisty and unafraid of being blown away by the system
by the wind,
I am awaiting the birth of new order–
a voice that will deafen the chaos that surrounds it.
Nowadays love is bittersweet,
it’s both scattered pieces of soul and a request to dismiss ache,
to outwit insanity
I have come too far to fall behind
there are Poets strolling along an endless path
of stormy white,
I refuse to be kissed by memories that offer nothing
but gloom and despair.
The night is coming around to a close
as the sky is streaked with shafts of pink light
thrumming in my ears are the words
‘forever is a feeling misunderstood,’
I am sifting through the lies and searching for what’s true.
Touch is ambiguous to feeling,
that have yet to prove that they’re worthy of desire,
there is something about the way you smile that doesn’t reciprocate
with my own—
I am convinced that Poetry will either lodge you
in my heart or throw you out,
you are marked by the same obstinate longing as I.
Photo credits: Jon Tyson, vehicles on the road
Song choice: Somewhere I Belong by Linkin Park (2003) 🎹
Join us as Bjorn and I host the dVerse LIVE open link event! ❤️
Posted for Open Link #277 @ dVerse Poets Pub
Perhaps it is my folly;
tucking away conscience beneath unswept rubble,
leather bound journals,
and era of forgotten moments that separate abalone clouds
it verbalizes the shattered mirror
which we occasionally catch glimpses of the world;
this moral culpability,
these jaded lips painted fuchsia merely to put up a brave front—
I am guilty,
for how else can one explain the incessant thundering of heart?
Pull up a rusty lawn chair,
shake me and take me by the shoulders,
loving someone deeply is equivalent to being tortured;
and now I am lost,
wandering aimlessly around areas of sparse population.
I have always hated it
when authors send characters down the elevator shaft,
these honey-dipped corpses
locked away in a room where even moonbeams cannot hope to reach.
What a waste.
If only I could touch them
savor tempestuous torso before it rises past me like a host of thoughts
I am sorry, did you really think I changed?
Photo credits: Aaron Westerberg “Immersion,”oil on panel
Poem inspired by the title of movie “Confessions of a dangerous mind,” directed by George Clooney.
Lisa hosts at dVerse tonight and asks us to write inspired by the Mussenden folly or folly in general, come join us! 💝
Posted for Poetics @ dVerse Poets Pub
Periodically, panting, the gleaming parquet floor
pervasive thoughts halting to every urge,
like rose wine
the sense, the taste of you awakens every ounce,
every fiber of my soul-–
With every changing season,
I am looking for a reason.
Boastingly, brilliantly the blue sky inebriated
speaks of bravery,
as I trace circles with fingertips from lips
thoroughly exploring wisps of breath;
Autumn is a time for bearing against the wind,
a combination of events, chances, wishes that thrill
Dichotomy tells of contrasts between two things;
ebony black brooding
I have loved you without knowing how, without
I cannot decide whether it’s clairvoyance or déjà vu
that draws me to your being—only
that sweet sting of syntax serves as confirmation.
Are you afraid to believe?
To embrace the aching sensuality of your thighs?
I adore their resilience,
their vulnerability, their anger, their passion, their truth
Love iambic – Love invigorating
With every changing season,
I am looking for a reason.
Photo credits: Pinterest
Peter hosts on dVerse tonight and invites us to write the sounds of our poetry. (I hope I got it right) 🙂
Posted for MTB: Let Your Words Ring Out @ dVerse Poets Pub