All posts by Diana

A little here a little there, with at least one foot firmly placed. Otherwise my motorcycle might tip, tight? Finding my mid age art groove thing in the blogosphere. Poems, photography and more. Grateful for every second of my existence; of the journey. Seeking tranquility and connection with the tender souls of the world.

Vulture

i am content to be a scavenger

sparsely feathered, trembling

with a stench of carrion from window

ajar, yet chained

.

i linger, watchful

preening wings and

tentatively twisted talons

yet, with the filtered light of dawn

twist of neck….

shall I move on?

.

how i envy the entitled bird of prey

i know only shadow…

detritus

and decay

A Gentle Crime

i was accused of poetry and other lyrical misdemeanours

i blame your eyes

and the lure of their dark expanse

on lazy mornings

.

i was threatened with literary libel

and for that

your lips enticing

even when words of rage flowed

in scorched, syllabic streams

.

of course I had weighed the risk

corporal punishment for corporeal adulation

fifty flesh biting lashes

for pondering lubricious lashes

as you slept

.

and when finally the judge rose to voice verdict

from his bench of jaded experience

grasping gavel, yet not my attention

he absolved me of all crime

for love was the culprit

and I,

an ardent accomplice ….

Spectrum

distort my shadow with play of prism

elongate and fenestrate the light in godly prison

subjugate such spectrum with uncanny precision

.

i watch as you deftly twist the beam

with sleight of hand, perverse

and palm unseen

when fingertips are pungent,

this air is kerosene

.

you want me fire

intensify

to heated point,

but I am rainbow

lavish

set to page anoint

Buzz Words

i happen upon a bedroom for bees

a velvet petalled boudoir

‘neath omniscient trees

canopies aquiver in a

lavender scented breeze

.

Bombus impatiens

rests with striped acquaintance

to sip at dappled dew

spiracles gasping

pollened feet askew

.

so quaint this gleeful garden scene

to lull a child

as if in dream

so rest your barb, your lancet sting

poised pollinator…

only honey bring!

Storm

the clouds convulse, to clash

a fearsome ravage of altitude

ice shards, screech and gnash

silver linings deform, obtrude

.

this war of wretched weather

will pass unheeded by most

yet those of frenzied feather

attuned to an empyrean host

will revel in heaven’s distress

bristled bellicose, valorous egress

darting, diving, wings flailing

avian sky dappled, unveiling

.

and Indra thus invoked

shall choke the crepuscular rays

so drown the cries of man

cataclysmic

end of

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Night Vision

prehend a pellucid sigh

from dormant lips a-tremble

seal it in felicitous flask

labelled gasps assembled

.

so delicate a breath

cyclic in nocturnal assail

with shades of soul soon aloft

on mistrals of moistened exhale

.

yet tumbles the silent ask

of shadows seeking answers

as shimmer of nightshade flickers

behold the Cimmerian dancers

.

fickle sleep…shall i defy you?

when wakeful is the dream

till sway of curtain

yields pierce of light

relinquish not

this lover’s sight

Skin

my skin

won’t break

though tainted from scratch

and taunted by branding iron

tremulously inked with tattoo tint

dehydrated, despite monsoon

singed when sun fires through ozone

it shall be a resilient dermal shield

when unsuspecting hearts yield

to the treachery of time

..

there will always be skin

pulled tight over bone

bending

presumed to be a smile

unending

grimacing curve of lip tension

errant betrayal of intention

when puckered with piloerection

wrapping, sealing

neuropathic unfeeling

your skin