Tag: free verse

To Poverty

You are a dire necessity I know, O Poverty
Much have I had of you all my life
And long to have you all the more of yours.

She Comes in the Night

She comes in the night, sleek and evil.

Beware of the Night: this beautiful killer,
exquisite predator, demon.

Wolves roaming, blood thirsty.

She is waiting to devour your soul and your children.

Conversations With Ghosts

“I do.”
It’s a whisper in the touch of his nose
on mine & the way it collides
with my skin;
how he feels like a phantom even
when he’s within
reach. Then again, he’s never
within reach anymore.

For Sale: A New Born’s Never-Worn

I clutch little baby hands, his body wrapped in a hospital sheet.
It’s blue and red – much like his skin; my baby.
His face is the image of peace, but there’s something
not right in the silence of it all. They take him and hide him
away from my desperate eyes, but it’s a loud silence
that has my whole chest-bursting at the ribs.
I beg every god I know that he might breathe.
For me.
Please.

In the End

Time, a faithful companion
provides calmly expected answers.
Slow down,
observe the tiny things near to you,
then amplify your view,
move on with speedy pace,
placing your eyes on the wide horizon.
Alter the vision to comprehend
life’s design is never defined.

Christmas Was Near

The excitement of knowing that Christmas was near
A scent you could smell in the air
That innocence of childlike hoping
To reap all your dreams would dare
The anticipation of Christmas Eve
Of waking to the perfect gift
Of music with bells, and Christmas roast smells

The Hero Within Me and Humour

Sensing the mass of human boundaries
so overwhelming and disheartening,
love dissolves the choking ghost of fear.
Hidden talents hit the surfaces
breaking down walls that should never exist

Identity Crisis, Judas’s Kiss, the Mermaid

Acting as if I’m without integrity
My mimicry knows no limitation
Inspired by individuals too pretty
The inspiration becomes imitation.

An Endless Eternity and Flames of Crimson

An endless eternity of stars
Blanketed the lofty canopy celestial
Far into unseen mystery
Where swirling lights
A’simmer in a sea of indigo
Washed across the cosmos entire
And vanished into an infinity of glistering dust

Pompeii

Eyes are darting left, at the filling docks beyond but
I stare to the right where the vast
terrain slopes toward the peak of the gods.
The peak is tarnished onyx, scorched with
red anger leaking from the top, slow and steady.
The grime started dusting the air, leaving
a layer of it on my tan skin, but I hold one hand
up and shield baby from breathing it in.

Fantasy, Love, and Imagination

Cold moon flows
touches bosom
our love sick fantasies
sculpts desire of swallowed fame
oh, long lost symphonies!

Curtain falls on blazing seduction
slaying us over and over again
lighting the dark, curse upon us
until shadows remain.

There Was a Recent Day

There was a recent day
Cloaked in drab attire from a cheerless chamber
Where hung robes of mundanity
It was a time of dullness in both character and appearance
A portrait in monotony, a study in languor
The very antithesis of recklessness
Devoid of a penchant for abandon