Tag Archives: prose

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

The Selfish Writer

i have discovered my difficulty

with reading you

for I am a writer

intently gripping the quill

and despite your florid attempts

you cannot alter the will

of my cursive compulsions to beguile

 

frequent attempts are made

to enter the frantic foray of your words

my inner computer jumbles with errant code

and with no service centre to call

  a hyperkinetic cursor marks my disquieted mode

 

for I am a writer

curl your fingers by my pages

gorge full the entrancing phrases…

 

now enlightened with my intentions

i revel in my frantic detentions

auguring your

ambrosial

attentions

The Infant Dawn

In this excruciating void

betwixt fading moon and

rising sun

an ebony pool

our weary souls float

crestfallen beside cockles

by phosphorescent starfish glow

too long this night

 

So, alight on the wings of the morning gull

a new horizon is beckoning

with shards of infant glow

unique, unseen

and

wholly

yours

 

Inspired by yet another exquisite dawn: mother nature’s deft strokes left me in awe.