Humbled by the
Rains,
Flows of soft
Myriads turned
Blue.
Starlight
Sequence,
Respite stolen
From her,
Cradled
Wisdom
From dank
Puffs.
Parchment
Burned to its
End,
Swallowed
Beauty,
Hourglass eyes
Rotating to the
Shifting sands…
Month: June 2019
Ascension
To laze
About,
A rotted
Apple.
Made to
Fall,
A deer
Nearby to
Scoop away
The remains.
Taunted into
Resignation,
Complacency
Adhered to.
Fear to arise,
What moves
The skies,
A chance
To make
Known
What goes
Opposite of
Descent.
The Witch
Mystic wooded
Eyes,
Bitch’s brew.
Foamed to
Magic remembrance,
Scintillating ties
To the
Unforeseen.
Flown over
The arcing
Night,
Splintery caravan
Suspended.
Brought to
Fantastical fruition,
Sown across
The cryptic
Fields…
From My Anthology Rebel Rose titled Rebel Rose
Taught to comply,
Gone off
To the other side.
The edge felt,
Ride through
Thorn patches.
Soft petal an
Afterthought,
Positioned
Opposite
A rising bud.
Sunlight fractured,
Moon drip captured,
Flown to
Sky bent over
Brazen earth.
Barbie Girl
Strawberry kiss,
Latent mystery
Underneath.
Glittering eyes,
The hidden
Universe
Swirling.
Walking on tall
Legs,
Secret thoughts
Brewing.
Something lit in
Long finger nails
Reaching,
The desire for
Dreams
Accruing.
Gospel
Plots she’s dug,
Rounded holes
Of mercilessness.
God above,
Eyes of disdain,
Counting the
Omissions.
Singing for the
Answer,
Falling to her
Knees in
Blessed Shame.
Fearless Girl
Stocks falling,
Ticker tape rumble…
Foaming at the bit,
Wallowing above
The fluctuations.
Wall Street gamble,
Bull on its heels,
Girl to steady the
Charge.
Transactional
Interruptions,
Phones on a
Tilt,
Brushed along in
The recessional
Sweep of
Zero equaling zero…
Woman
Are they ready,
Her solitary journey
Unfolded,
Dangerous fumes
Spreading
Across the Earth.
Search for the
Elixir,
Thrown to the
Bulleting flames.
On a speeding
Track,
World unfurling,
Shadow story.
Alone until death,
The resting place
Looming,
Light unto light.
Passage granted,
Can the people
See,
A walk for the
Tired path
They tread.
Nothing given,
A chase to the
Illustrious
Steeple,
Fallen for
The sake
Of their freedom.
The Tiger
Approached too closely,
Burned up quick.
Tiger paws
Surveying,
Prospects arranged.
Sitting duck
Taken to the
Sawmill.
Fed through
The machine,
A shredded
Former self.
Never too relaxed,
Yet sprung to
Action when called.
Fires alight,
True reign come
Forth.
Sacrifice
Given up for
Gold,
The telling is in
Time.
Beauty will
Unveil,
From the long
And aching
Vine.
