Tag Archives: freedom

Scattered

what is it that makes me want to disrupt dandelions?

scatter congregates of delicate

into frantic disarray

just to see where they’ll lay

.

i have wild silver in my veins

scorched sublingual stains

i am an errant child grown

into a childlike woman

defining my own

..

the script of my life

shall be scrawled with charcoal tip

and when expunged

by the torrents of time

carbon ash, crumbled, finally freed

buoyant, in breeze swirling

with dandelion seed

Lustre

to the sunrise deprived

and the sunset depleted

rest your eyes, listen to me

make sure you are seated

..

your anemic soul wears aura pale

thirsting for answers of light

circadian constrained, faltering, frail

pupils dimming, desperate for sight

..

so let me describe

in this most wistful scribe

blissed, burnished memories held

of sun’s exquisite horizon meld

..

my beloved misanthrope

these heavens are a pastiche of your dreams

through my exuberant eyes you will gasp

at such

phantasmagoric

scenes

On high

you elevate me

transecting cloud tufts

ice crystals with jagged tips

brush skin, so unaccustomed

to this maiden flight

with fistfuls of feathers

i grip your Icarus wings

my essence you bare

a blinding

penumbral flare

let us climb higher to taunt

the feeble winter sun

solar warmth shall fuse,

into one

our waxen hearts

molten,

bespoken…

The Prisoner

If this is the last sky I see

tell the clouds to taunt me not

and bring you here to me
If only as an apparition rare

cascading locks, sweet fragrant hair

our fingertips shall meet mid air

a final twirl

some whispered prayer

a serenade of stale despair
I’m roused from this tragic play

a key fumbles in the lock

you fade away
These prison bars will only hold

my remnant dreams or memory bold

for when the noose is snapping

taut

my soul shall soar

with ne’er a thought