the sky is sanctuary
where silken shreds of your soul
have sun tendril melded
lashing golden in my sight
i squint in memory delight
so at sunrise, with gasps
we become one again
and follow me you burn
simmering heat on shoulders
till the day is horizon nestled
your bright reminds me
you are not gone
merely crossed over
leaving me with moonlit melancholy
and the finite fears of a mortal mind
chemically prone to fantasy
and feckless conjecture
so let your rays reflect on my ice wintered self
and i in limbic state remain
your cyclic comfort cherish i will
in eternal, salutary refrain
Soriah is now preparing her final journey from this mortal coil, and her blog “Poetry and Chocolate” has disappeared into the digital ether.
I was able to briefly re-blog one of her wonderful poems before it slipped away too.
Please wish her well….
Soriah, best wishes on the journey. Remember to dress warm … heaven is surrounded by vast tumbling, iced clouds sweetheart ….. ❤️❤️
dismal morning you came too soon
with tentative glare you shrouded the moon
casting acid on this heart of mine
contented in shadows
allergic to shine
cowering ever from daylight divine
dare I step into the fleeting bright?
when all I have known is velvet draped night
nay, let me retreat to the calm of dark pure
for the void is my mistress
her iced fingers
in these canyons of craving
we shuffle as
shallow footprints never settling
under a stinging desert shamal
squinting through silica scathing
with sand grit mouth
our lips pull away
parched, lithic dry…
your pernicious passion contrived
in clandestine contrast
to the sky
which thereafter floods blue
I awaken early to marvel at the dawn
but I hesitate by the window
will there be a fusion of exquisite hues
much like your chameleon eyes
crack’d crimson red nestling the hill
heralding a “sailor’s warning”
and there before me
your bloodshot morning gaze
a mélange of tousled locks
a glass on the marble top night stand reminds me
and the beautiful dawn
becomes a figment of the mind
the raven call now forlorn
from joy left behind
for there is only tumbling cloud
when the curtains part
the sky drained of all colour
and my heart drained of all purpose
For a moment I lost track of time
is it morning, or afternoon
and are you still mine?
Are the footprints on the porch
you coming or leaving?
Are we acres of joy
or vast fields of grieving?
And who is the man in the picture
on the wobbled side table?
I’d tell you his name
if I were but able
Besides him smiles the lovely bride
I have that dress don’t I….
and posy bouquet, but dried?
Where am I again
and will I ever be
reunited with you
in full clarity….
Image is my first foray into the world of macro. Inspired by Pete Hillman and his beautiful blog (petehillmansnaturephotography). Of course, when you are focussed on the world of miniature: a type of meditation ensues and for me, words tumble. Enjoy.
She throws snowballs at the sun
Squinting with laughter abundant and true
Gasps at chromatic aberrations on eyelash tips
Ice flecks of rainbow prism dew
Her winter glides gracefully into spring
with daisy chains and purple peony pastime
Grass scuffed knees under shredded dress
Skips meadows humming a nonsence rhyme
And as summers creep and memory fades
the years they pass with startling pace
Nurture well your child within
Mirror kiss her seasoned face