Winter Doldrums

  As night arrives on the wings of ravens black and unforgiving winter’s chill settles in my bones like broken glass I retreat Within my inner sanctum age creeps slowly layer upon layer like the blankets that surround me Alone and frail succumbing to isolation without a promise of reprieve burdens carve lines in once tender skin I hibernate Silent voices whisper words not meant … Continue reading Winter Doldrums

Journeys

Of blood and sacrifice and curiosity for what may be I wonder if it is worth the price of blood and sacrifice This gift of slanted hope must suffice as I travel alone on a tumultuous sea of blood and sacrifice and curiosity for what may be   photo: mine (Block Island, RI)   prompts: MLMM Music Prompt Challenge, Yes Poetry, #SWPrompt, November PAD 14, … Continue reading Journeys

Love of One

None as complicated as the game of love Love as a puzzle Love as a gift Gift immortalized in music Gift celebrated in poetry Poetry both savory and sweet Poetry legendary and true True emotions lost in constellations True boundaries defined by irregular borders Borders on the mad Borders on the effervescent Effervescent ingénue is radiant Effervescent martinis shared on a romantic night Night spies … Continue reading Love of One

War

  Safety and fear intertwine Corruption abided by rules and regulation All the while, the swain tramps across the fen to swear allegiance under the gibbous moon   The waif, brunette hair matted by neglect, slinks into the corner of a garage filled with weapons she can not name Her lilliputian life, the perfect cover to grasp all that had once been taboo   Once … Continue reading War

With Hope

truth silenced in the confessional   rumor of prayer rumor of mercy   she does not speak of nightmares instead she paints the sky   truth established in tradition   rumor of meandering boundaries rumor of desiccated trust   she does not speak of crossed lines instead she watches eagles fly   truth scorched in layers of disbelief   rumor of auspicious intentions rumor of … Continue reading With Hope

Arrogance

Greedy. Insatiable. Gluttonous purveyor of the unobtainable. A collector of knowledge stacked to the sky like a house of cards leaning into the wind. I devoured insight like a wolf scraping every bit from brittle bones. I consumed opportunities for observation until I lost sight. A sage devoid of soul. An attempt to grow stunted by failure to think outside that crystal box. My delight … Continue reading Arrogance

Accused

  Demise beneath broken skies a cacophony of strident voices sentenced her to die by morning She’d be drowned in a well of shadows as the death bell tolled under a crimson moon such a hollow ring, a hollow ring Trust and love, a subterfuge Clandestine meetings in that old church passionate embraces beneath favissa and pooling wax Her lover unlaced her corset with gentle … Continue reading Accused

Fear As Enemy

How did I get here?   My heartbeat keeps pace with the sound of my shoes slapping across a dusty road as I try to silence this quiet sense of dread Something’s not right Something’s coming   I run   Immersed in moonlit madness your voice rings petulant in my ears With disgust, I recall what we discussed Something’s not right Something’s coming   Run, … Continue reading Fear As Enemy

By Chance

Barraged by noise, the clanging and banging sounds of industry insidiously creeping into every corner, every moment, every thought I lost the ability to find silence and when faced with adversity, issues and challenges relentless in their pursuit of chaos, of turmoil, of white-hot anger, of well-planned revenge I lost perspective I met a woman once by chance as we shared the same road Content … Continue reading By Chance

Betrayal

Below the city’s cobblestones, it shifted, restless and hungry Its assault knew no bounds I never saw it coming Intent on satisfying a lust for chaos, it lingered in the night calling my name And I, already astray on tumultuous seas, sought refuge on its false oasis, believing its promise of safety Its lighthouse, sweeping lights spewing gentle rage, deceived this lonely sailor desperately grasping … Continue reading Betrayal

Healing Hands

In the end, hands told the story a common denominator among the dying   Some clenched in anger or pain or both grasping sweat-soaked sheets on a rented hospital bed that had taken over the room where family meals used to be shared white gladiolas, long neglected, wilt in an empty vase   Some folded to accompany fervent prayers offered by a minister speaking in … Continue reading Healing Hands

Paradox

I dreamt of my past last night… the ultimate paradox that place where my dreams lived when all the edges were smooth and promises opened to possibilities that blossomed in the night where even the tension that beckoned each morning serves now as my muse and the drama it owned told stories that would fill any playhouse with audiences who urged the ingénue to bite … Continue reading Paradox

Conversations

Creeping vines of self-righteousness seek to find hold Whitewashed versions of truth, nothing but a blindfold Quarrels of man hurt before reaching the heart of the matter Pain, a necessary evil if dialogue is meant to be more than mindless chatter Visible scars cast a sheen on egos that scramble for fool’s gold If by chance, one is willing to pay the price to be … Continue reading Conversations

Strength in Innocence

When Innocence takes delicate matters by the hand intent on silencing screams between warring factions Time is forced to face Introspection on her witness stand Social contracts shredded by meaningless transactions Intent on silencing screams between warring factions she somehow understands all views cast in black and white… those social contracts shredded by meaningless transactions serve no purpose other than to destroy and incite This … Continue reading Strength in Innocence

Breakdown

Could it be that the sum of twisted experiences culminate in the ultimate self-sacrifice? When cords, those tenuous threads, that tie reality and perception together break a broken mind resists strangling tacit explanations as voices scream down every corridor She prefers to embrace anarchy as even simple beauty is swallowed by inky blackness Why else would there be a meadow of beautiful flowers growing in … Continue reading Breakdown