Lowering

burden of current events

weighs black and ponderous

crushing breath from chests

unspeakable carnage

bloodies belief

stuns compassionate senses

while corruption reigns supreme

trumping conscience or compunction

circumstances so surreal

they defy comprehension

stifle the very air

for those who dare inhale

the sky itself mirrors

anguish, pregnant of lead

bearing spun destruction

in smoked iron atmosphere

despair gestates, palpable

 

yet there, just there

a fissure in glowering gloom

cracks hesitant in blues

and faintest hints of gold

shifts and sways

just over the horizon

tentative rays of hope

Surprise Party

when she least expected it

they threw her a party

it was a fabulously festive fete

decorated in lavish

ballooned festoonery

hued in iridescent luminosity

tinted in fairy twinkling stardust

 

there was no calendared occasion

for this carousel of carousing choruses

chambered in octet octaves

orchestrated by rocking seraphim

harmonizing with oceanic refrains

breezing on celestial whispers

sung in angelic dulcet tones

 

the banquet was catered

by Dionysian attendants

bearing fruits of Gaia’s garden

reaped under harvest moon

cornucopia’d on Celtic crystal

draughted with Ambrosia

dribbled fingertips to lips

 

the ambience was perfumed

with subtle scent selections

wafting hints of honeysuckle

floating through tunnels

of aromatic essence

fragranced in lavendered layers

spiced with redolent seduction

 

they decked her out in haute couture

choreographing costume changes

tantalizing skin softly

draped in diaphanous silks

bewinged of gossamer feathers

cloaks of cascading chiffon

her words outdid themselves

 

(image: pinterest)

With Starlight for Dessert

Spontaneous collaboration, compiled from comments, with the ridiculously brilliant Ward Clever.

We’ve been eating word salad

With obfuscation vinaigrette

At a table set with bewilderment

In a confuse booth

With the daze de resistance

And an after-dinner cafe misto-fied

Will we ever get our just desserts?

 

He set it up

And she fell for it

He caught her just in time

Buckling his legs

Stopping them both at the last second, with a wink

She swoons, overcome with giggling

He gently lifts her to her feet,

And with his smile promises

He’ll never let her fall

She hesitates…..smiles in return

Arm in arm, they go off to look for champagne

Since they are feeling bubbly

And effervescent

They toast in silly self reference

Giggling at everything, the bubbles tickling their noses

Sipping tendriled wisps of joy

In due course

In the afters

Before the accomplish mints

Under the nightcap

After the happy spirits set in

Until the dawn breaks fast

And what passed between dusk and dawn had absolutely no leftovers

They were just picking up crumbs

Having devoured one another entirely

Hungers satisfied for the moment

Until the next elegant banquet

She sighs

He closes his eyes and smiles

Sleep drifts in contentedly

Dreams are undertones of happiness

Symphonic in the afterglow

Soothing in the epiphany

They offer each other refreshment

Warm feelings, like blankets before a fire

Comfort to the soul, in a glance or the slightest touch

Invisible sparks tingle, energizing happiness

Alighting aloft, new stars in the sky

They wish upon themselves immediately

Breathing life into future joys

Giving form to future smiles

Tattoing hope into their hearts

Soul Rape (as posted on Secret First Draft)

Recently I was afforded the incredible honor of being asked to join Secret First Draft. Today they published this piece:

naked and shackled

she is penned to the page

she clutches tattered

vestiges of dignity

shredded

she fails to cover herself

or fend off

the vicious stripping

of her privacy

with each heinous

thrust of pointed nibs

they anoint themselves

absolved of depravity

in her proclaimed guilt

“Isn’t it true

you were wearing

your naivete

cut down to there?”

they berate her

in rhythmic assaults

“we know you

strutted around in

your belief

 in human goodness”

they pound into her

bruised and battered

“we have pictures

of your giving nature

skin-tight, slit

to the moon”

they leer, animalistic

hiss and sneer

“we have witnesses

who will testify

you trusted

much too loosely

whore

they exhaust themselves

emptying poison

into her limp vessel

as with all

who become their prey

she falls silent

convinced any fight

provokes further violations

she closes her mind

shutters shattered psyche

while they chuckle

grin in self-congratulation

wiping themselves off

after the rape

of her soul

 

Epic Glances

I want to look into the eyes

of the you who sees

in my ambered flecks of pain

long traveled travails

not smoky jet trails

of practiced perfidy

I want to hold the gaze

of the you who regards

the lines feather-etched

in optical corners

testaments to smiled miles

not aged allegations

I want mutual glances

to bask in storied tales

tenderly turning the pages

of our life and times

writ of love and heartache

with every kiss of my lips

each slow-motion

wink of an eye

(Artist: unknown)

Desk Jockey

daily I ride

the hard-muscled back

of this desk

with the flogging determination

of a thoroughbred

down the Derby’s backstretch

as if I were shrunk

to half my size

and had thighs of tensile steel

committedly I straddle

wheels of invisible progress

flying blindly around curves

at Autobahn speeds

pushing past limits,

self and other imposed

spinning the survivalist grit

besting Tour de France

pre-doping scandal style

endlessly I wrap

my future around this computer

as I would my hairy

arms around your neck

sliming my banana munch

in your ears, screeching

episodically hurling feces

Doppelganger of that monkey

you can’t get off your back

earnestly I mount

shabby wheeled Naugahyde

seeking satisfaction

in the arms

of a careworn lover

together we stroke

old familiar rhythms

grinding toward temporary

oblivion in sweet release

(artist: unknown)

 

Echoes of Mourning

train whistles

a piercing tribute

to all the lonely

solo journeyers

en route between

hither and yon

transfixed, in transit

with impermanence

dove coos

a plaintive lament

calling out

in acknowledgement

futures lost

wounds proclaimed

singing the dirge

of yesterdays

there is comfort

in evocative elegies

they, like she

hum notes by heart

 

Afterburn

in the aftermath

of self-immolation

at the stake of

being the helper

fire-started with

runaway empathy

fueled by

supporting an underdog

inflamed with

fighting injustice

hungrily fed

on the sacrifice

of self-preservation

her smoldering remains

stutter sparks

ignite anew

in the firestorm

of charred instincts

(photographer: unknown)

Moon Ate the Dark Challenge: Aurora Phoenix/Dangerous Seduction

My submission for Braveandreckless’ “Moon Ate the Dark” writing challenge. Thanks for the great opportunity!

Brave & Reckless

The dark calls

with many hungered tongues

its asymmetrical seduction

sweeps and keeps

me off my feet

Dark is a sensual vampire

summoning in a sublingual murmur

caressing abashed tresses

kissing with fangs hidden

until my neck is bared

Dark, the spellbinding wizard

mouths against my breast

in verses near liturgical

with sorcery of velvet

it unwinds my breath

Dark, a crafty conjurer

slips beneath my skin

beguiling inner opening

with falsity prophetic

it curls around my core

Dark, the deft magician

lures my parched soul

deftly eats defenses

I inhale deep infinity

trembling toward submission

Dark plays me, fiddle-like

tempts of little deaths

bridge bowed and back arched

I hover near oblivion

beyond its gaping maw

Moon arises silvery

softly wise and cool

illuminates dark’s perfidy

the end of sanity

bewitchment of sweet release

The dark wanted

to make love to me

it argued an enticing case

the moon…

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Resurfacing the Return

it must be Mt Everest

she is climbing

barefoot bikini’d

breathless

in the howling

of the coldest wind

peak unscalable

blizzard obscured

she only knows

ascend she must

it is undeniably the Sahara

across which she trudges

camel-packed and overloaded

parched

in the relentless

beating scorch

destination miraged

shimmering oblivion

on and on and on

she slogs, determined

unquestionably it is the Trench

from which she arises

crawling and kicking

suffocating

under lightless pressure

fighting the crippling bends

surface the faintest

hint of a glimmer

near to bursting

she strokes on

exhausted in endless effort

desolated in the solitary sojourn

she pauses

contemplates inverted

mysteries of the universe

wonders if peace arrives

in standing still

(photographer: unknown)