Horizon

tonight a final masterpiece

for you paint the sky with a divine touch

brushing watercoloured wisps

with fine sable tip

letting reflections fall

and wavelet mirrors enthrall

 

your fleeting exhalations roll  clouds

toward my horizon

yet I slip further away as the the world turns

momentarily grasping the sun

in my palm

oh, how it burns

 

then return to the place

where the sky kisses the earth’s jagged edge

my love dwelling in granite chasms

and shadowed crevice

for invertebrates

of a nameless kind

Fragile

The fragility of love

A web strand weighed by dew

a breeze whisper shall break

for cowering spider to renew
Later softened by sun glow 

and sagging insect shell

to the frail strands, tenuously twisted 

another calamity befell
twice broken

twice repaired 

now no more
And with this, my 100th post… I thank you all for your warmth and ongoing support ❤️

Aftertaste

for a time

i was your wine

 

at first young and fresh

and abundantly available

you wanted a dozen 

of this quirky Lambrusco

and I was delivered to your door 

 

but I wasn’t to your taste

you swilled me in your mouth

spun to glass rim

with subtle berry aroma 

abounding

and I 

stained your carpet

 

later…

 

bottles forgotten in attic dark

a seal cracked

from sentimental midnight lark

and in this first shadowed sip

a heavenly balsamic lust did spark

drizzled

and lingering

 

Tortured

disturb me not when I write

for I seek answers in the night time sky

between wisped clouds

that pass,

by and by

 

as moonlit parchment draws my quill

poised in shadow

trembling still

a cursive trail of sanguineous ink

tell me true

what dost though think

of these tortured, bloodied late hour pages ?

recounting anguish

on sordid stages

 

 

Image courtesy of M.Korlaet, my beloved sister. State of the art Cinematic rendering technique from a low energy CT Scan. Breathtaking.

Not Yet

when you ask me to explain

why I love, fierce yet new

i throw up my arms

exasperated… as you do

 

must I really explain?

in choice verbal refrain

the cyclical tug of the moon

the surges of the tide

the longing, the familiarity

when you are … inside

 

in our last life

at our final hour

you said “never forget”

but, you have darling

yet not I

 

not yet

In Dreams 

Haunted am I
by your face in dreams

where lips move but I cannot hear sound 

and even if utterances profound 

my heart would mute the words 

to a faint melodic hum

a staccato stutter 
So you hold up cards

glyphic serif font 

Bold

but my heart shields my eyes

her strong hands I cannot prise

only cracks of daylight

fuse 

with  

fading goodbyes 

I am the "little armored one", moving gently through life. Hoping to safeguard my sensitivities with layers of words and the expression of thought. Shielding my mirror neurons at times, or tasting music and spinning till I'm dizzy. Every moment here is a gift.