Poetry
Illusory
ILLUSORY
Irradiant,
Upon the shoreline
Before the rise
Of the sun.
Who goes there?
Incandescent,
Upon the streets
Before the noon glow
Of the sky.
Whom do I see?
Iridescent,
Upon reeds of grass
Before the afternoon fade
Of overcast clouds.
Who is she?
Illuminated,
Upon the foliage
Before stars take reign
Of the darkened shroud.
Why is she here?
Illusory,
Upon the mind
Before sleep grabs hold
Of the weary-eyed man.
Was she even real?
Gynophobia
GYNOPHOBIA
Drenched in sweat
As she approaches.
A gulp…
A yelp…
A whimper…
Silence exits the maw
As she twirls hair strands.
A blink…
A twitch…
A mumble…
Words form in the mind,
But no verbal palate constructs.
A shake…
A tick…
A quiver…
She gives the motion for
“Come hither” with one lithe finger.
A trip…
A step…
A stumble…
I make a B-line for the bathroom
Head down, eyes ahead, pace quick.
A sigh…
A curse…
A what-if…
Ahasverus
AHASVERUS
My heart,
It threatens to stop.
Why now?
It can’t be now!
Mustn’t forget my path.
And I have only
Begun.
The streets
Are dark and empty.
Should I wait?
I can’t see!
Can’t hear either.
And I don’t have
Much time.
The stars,
They said follow them.
Should I still?
They led me back!
Need to keep moving.
This road should end
Soon enough.
Oh Jerusalem,
To see you again.
Has it been so long?
How long it’s been!
Wished never to return.
A thousand years have
Passed me by.
My skin
Is shedding, farewell to-
Who am I?
This is mine!
Hands are blood-caked.
I’m young, unwounded, but
This old flesh…
Tea Thyme
TEA THYME
Caffeine for
The morning’s advent,
Awakening to all
That awaits.
Echinacea for
The noontime cycle,
Averting ailments
That hinder.
Ginkgo for
The midday spirit,
Awareness of all
That entails
Ginseng for
The evening mood,
Awash of somberness
That did passed.
Chamomile for
The day’s zenith,
Alleviation of all
That transpired.
Mews…
MEW…
Heart of a lioness
Beating fast in a chamber;
A bullet belting for release.
The purr of a chainsaw
When solace is found
Mane of a lioness
Coiffed as if tamed;
Reeds of gold wheat.
Groomed by the brush,
When wily isn’t preferred.
Paws of a lioness
Velvet-like tactility;
Claws retracted.
Wounds are made
When desirous of prey.
Fangs of a lioness
Borne in a grimace;
The smile of the huntress.
Pearled by use
When air touches maw.
Soul of a lioness
Within the shell of a woman;
Beguiling avatar.
Tread forth with benevolence
When in need of her.
Muse
MUSE
A daughter of Zeus
Sponsoring an idea,
A notion that evolves
Into pure creation.
Art is thusly born
To ponder the idea,
To think aloud or
In solitude;
Shout from ramparts,
“Here it is and here is why.”
Inkling begets Image,
Image begets Thought,
Thought begets Idea,
And the pen is
The deliverer.
The cascade’s genesis,
Through blurred eyes,
Is suddenly made clear
When focus is found;
The embodiment therein.
Goddess, source, idea…
Inspiration, calculation…
Mulling or minding…
All attributes granted…
By simply one who smiles.
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