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Centrifugal

you are attracted to my shine

watching me twirl

trying to define

such an essence, sublime

a diffident whirling dervish

divine

 

with speed the sparks fly

and you stand closer

intoxicated, i so spry

warm becomes …

well … let’s just say “deep fry”

for such spectacle

none may decry

 

but

such revolutions as they daze

shall never fortify the ways

of your haphazard, gloating gaze

 

and I slow

tipping to fall

my spinning top

a fizzing fireball

 

ignite me again

The scent of morning

you are succulent, sublime

a titillating triumph

worthy of rhyme

presented to bewildered senses

..

oh, if i could but breathe you

..

but your scent has been lifted

in flagrant defiance to my need

a fragrance deified with floral emollients

into a crystal vial

lush, concentrated

tucked under Raziel’s wing

contents sealed, angel warmed

to wait

until our empyrean dawn

..

for, on that day

mere misted drops of you

melding with the amber morn

shall rhapsodize

such a horizon resplendent

with dawn’s resonant sighs

 

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…

Lacrimas Profundere

i wrap myself in solitude’s cloak

tightly bound

concealing, errant

feelings to impound

 

harsh wool collar, lacrimas damp

scratches

numb skin, inducing rashes

neither felt nor seen

for in shadows

grazes convene

 

tattered truth parchment

tucked close to breast bone

fragments on tongue, stutter

dry choke, mouth open, then flutter

as doves from a magician’s hat

bet you weren’t expecting that!

yet…

no sense to be made

from this chaotic word scatter

 

where are you….

kneeling, I await

my amphora bearing spectre

parched heart to rehydrate

My life as a play

i have lost my taste for the everyday

a maudlin, empty theatre play

scenes dehydrate…

the set walls slide away

and

dramatic briskness falls bland

exit directed by a lone stage hand

doors bolted

 

seeking solace instead

i seek a grander outdoor stage

my soul bindle wrapped tight

grasping firmly, this new page

so captivating a script

 

in which

I wander along barren sands

an enlightened journey to me

as ocean laps, rubbing stones to shine

a hand reaches ever gently for mine

and we walk

untethered to place

and time

us two, centre stage

under warm spotlight shine

Webbed Feet

in the reflection of trees

leaves blurred, branches muted

the pond is stagnant, without shimmer

monochrome serenity

movement

a sole duckling

abandoned, though unaware

dashes over a lily bed

feathered impatience with webbed feet askew

watched by a dragonfly

atop nearby bamboo

such youthful exuberance

of breathless bursts and pond dashing!

I am the duckling

my immature wings as yet cannot soar

vestigial at best

(for now, let’s ignore)

but I can walk on water my love

eager in my yellow bright

flap, splash come I

toward your

wholesome sunlight

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 ❤️