My poem “A Thing of Beauty” has been published in the California’s Best Emerging Poets 2019: An Anthology by Z Publishing House. Here is the referral code: https://www.zpublishinghouse.com/?rfsn=2972268.d525e8. Thanks for all your support!
Month: July 2019
Love as in Silent Films
Along you went,
As vapor clears,
Vastness as your
Entry,
Time spent to its
Bottom.
I’ve witnessed the
Back of your suit
Trail beyond,
A click
Of the elevator button.
Down to its cement depths,
You’ll never face
Me again.
I’ll take stock,
An angry face
To burrow
In a black winter’s coat.
Sadness unveiled,
When the moments you
Pace in your apartment
Are allowed,
Then stitched up when you
Climb to the greatest heights
Of the skyscraper.
Alas,
Sighing to your mirrored
Visage in a sterile
Bathroom,
A sudden change in
Composure.
Those silent films
Playing in your mind.
Melancholy classical
Music droning on…
Will I gather you
Up,
Frame by frame,
Sleep unto dreams?
Will there rest on
Seas you gaze upon
Heavy foam thrown to
The shore?
What will death of
Love salt your
Eyes with?
Feathered Fugitive
Angel soft,
Encrusted wings
Pointed upward.
Solitary flight,
The winding starry
Sphere
Undulating
Towards
A traipsing soul.
Followed in
Fury,
Soaring to
Escape them.
The feathered
Fugitive,
Marred
Yet
Purified in
Fire.
Mournful Silence
Suburban misfit,
Trains gone past,
Open fields in
Backwards blossoming.
Wall Street hurry,
Rock n roll
Hopes,
Angelic metallic
Choirs
Encapsulated,
Saved from
Corporate
Washes.
Traced to
Needle scratches,
Throbbing melodies,
Flooded fancies,
Times preserved
For love, music,
And
Mournful silence…
Fame
Fame’s temporary
Brush,
Fallen fumes,
A disappearing
Fate.
Ground through,
Exposed in the
Hard light,
Laid to rest
In mortal
Memorium.
The Living Word
The living word,
Flown to souls
Replete,
Vines’ late
Maturation,
Unveiled.
Pain released,
Skies alight,
Reign of
The Mighty
Crux
Showered down,
The illuminated
Earth
Spun
To blessed wisdom.
“A Thing of Beauty” Publication
My poem “A Thing of Beauty” is being published in the Z Publishing House “Best Emerging Poet’s 2019 Series.”
Lucid
Lucid embers,
Grains of
Recollections
Thrown to the
Sky.
Shuddering flames,
Danced in wild
Abandon,
Flows of
Wonderment.
Crucified by the
Spitting ash,
Pyre piled in
Phosphorescent
Night.
Train of
Dreams,
The end….
What Used To Be
What used to be,
Mirrors turned on
Browned grass.
Beauty unraveled,
The stinging thorn
Exposed to bleaching
Sun.
Futile empire,
Fallen sunrise.
Draped upon
A waxing crescent,
Nocturne the
Paint she
Colors with
In quiet desolation.
The Lonely Gatherer
The lonely
Gatherer,
Reaped of
Nothing.
Formulaic world,
A looking glass
Turned over.
Followed yet
Feared,
Path going on
Into gray
Dusk.
Elusive witch,
Shaped of her
Own accord,
Mirrored by none.
A Diamond to Remember 