Tis like the Mind suffers fever,To illumine so bright, it blinds,Chittering madness, all it finds,Laughter from some great deceiver. O how Heart shatters in its strain,Pulsing, unthinking convulsionOf the perpetual motion,A dance of life lived in vain. Where now are the rewards I seek,Of restful, sweet oblivion,The gentle call of deep stygian,Within those depths, my … Continue reading To Mind, to Body, Rest
Tag: Closed Form
Poetry that follows pre-established formats and and patterns for lines, syllables, and rhymes.
A Reflection of the Board State
Winter slowly embraces,A cold country home,Filled now with wistful feelings,And of things I left undone. Letters scattered on the desk,These tearful goodbyes,From someone I used to know,Unless that too was a lie. Near the window, the whispers,Words I wished unsaid,A friendly game unfinished,White to move, but black is dead. Negligence transforms the room,My proud illusion,Untouched … Continue reading A Reflection of the Board State
After night
She fades in the light,Like a half-remembered dream,Or a wintry sigh.
Quiet mornings in the country
Warm kiss of sunlight,The flutter of consciousness,Gently stirring life. Coffee pours freely,Filling the mug to the brim,Steam whirls in a dance. The morning silence,Interrupted by laughter,Shared between old friends. Warm breeze stirs the field,In the early morning light,Green become golden. Sun casts long shadows,But our smile shines so brightly,Morning never ends.
An ending of a day
Descending daylight,Sky splashed in vibrant colors,Like firework displays. The birds grow silent,Cicadas take up the song,I don't know the words. The smell of dinner,Somewhere in the far distance,Children are called home. A flutter of cards,The raw rush of excitement,Somebody chuckles. Grass retains some warmth,Remembering the sunlight,Eagerly waiting. Light nestles in night,It's time to go back … Continue reading An ending of a day
A Stygian Voyage
There is a nightmare that often haunts me, About a river oozing out to sea, Trapped on a raft without even an oar, Drifting endlessly beyond sight of shore. Sometimes in the distance I'd hear a cry, And brave the river for a chance ally,Swallowing fear, I abandon my raft,To clamor aboard a similar craft, … Continue reading A Stygian Voyage
The rain in the midlands
Piercing through the fog, My senses slowly return, To the sound of rain. Eagerly waiting, Behind cloudy horizons, There is a warm sun. Rain falls like curtains, Denoting end of the play, Yet I cry, "Encore!" Road becomes muddy, Though my sandals are ruined, Flowers are happy. Exhaustion sets in, The bench is damp, as … Continue reading The rain in the midlands
Pretty Horrible Predicament
Prompt: "What about something lighter?" from B-. The man was in the midst of a fit, And was lacking the wit to admit, That formatting was tough, "Wait, where is all my stuff!? Screw it, I'm just going to post this shit."
Discarded Recollections 