Cloudy skies are fine,Like a blanket over me,Soothing my fever. Heat soars into blue,While cooler thoughts linger on,Forming fluffy clouds. A lonely raindrop,Kisses the page I'm reading,As though to say, "Hi." The sky's solid gray,Reminds me that I'm gray, too,Oh, how the time flies. The cigarette smoke,Lingers awhile above me,Before moving on.
Tag: Poetry
Fever Dreams
I glimpsed the Way behind the Veil,In the Mountains behind the Dark Moon,Where thought and dreams flows like honey,Consumed as wine, stirring dreamless sleep. In the Way, Love is a spear in your side,As ever-falling blood form glistening stairs,Descending to Nine Hells' Enlightenment,Where Hermits transcend into hollow husks. Lost faerie rings expand into Cwlwm Celtaidd,The … Continue reading Fever Dreams
A Moment’s Rest
Lying here,Watching darkness grow in perfect circles,Staining the foundation of our home,I realize with sublime certainty,That I can finally rest.
Peaceful Red
Beneath the surface of calm waters, I sink, gently slipping away, My arms lag behind, as though reaching, Grasping for the impossible dream, Of hot summer air, baked blue by sun, While I sink into the green of sleep, And I close my eyes, in peaceful red.
summer days clinging to the midlands
Summer days cling to,Old maples whispering tales,Recalled over years. The moon kisses sky,Ascending misty midlands,Radiating calm. Crackling logs shatter,Spraying fiery dancers,Fading into dark.
The Boundary of Tir Na Nog
When the air warms under silver suns, And the ancient lakes births misty ghosts, Dancing faerie lights in wooded runs, Tease the memories of spring-time hosts, Crowned in past glories of battles won, Feted beyond ephemerals coasts, 'til ragged time makes all things undone, And legends fade to whispers at most, Heard now only upon … Continue reading The Boundary of Tir Na Nog
Sleeping in the midlands
Old cat yawns awake,Sunlight falls warm on the floor,Maybe one hour more.
Of Artists and Passion
She paints in blood and memories,Demanding of herself everything,As her soul is poured over the canvas. He sings his shattered arias,Music crafted in disharmony,His voice cracks to utter such perfection. She writes her poetry while dreaming,The words gifted from forgotten friends,Like a muted plea to be remembered.
Fairy Queen neath Amethyst Skies
Neath amethyst skies,Fairy circles’ flowers bloom,and await her arrival: Twilight-tinged Tulips,and Azure Azaleas, Peek shyly open petals.While Forget-Me-Nots,Rising ‘neath purple clovers,Murmur their dreamy hullos.Only the roses,Dream their purple fantasies,She loves them better that way. Caressing each friend,The Fairy Queen settles in,Neither song nor spell tonight,Just a cup of tea,And the easy grace of friends,For this, the … Continue reading Fairy Queen neath Amethyst Skies
To Climb the Mountain
I'm crawling upwards,Clawing out the earth to climb,Throwing others down.
Discarded Recollections 