For Those Who Create

thejerseygal®™:

This poem is brilliant. He thinks he is a novice, but he amazes me with the depth of his words.

Originally posted on Book to the Future:

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For Those Who Create…From One Who Reads

Suspended in this limbo
I choose to look deeply into the heart
Seeking your soul
this layered world established in intricate rules of delicate complexity.

The labyrinthine nature of density ensnares and inveigles,
deeper in the journey taken, is the roused traveller
on footpaths unseen and unfamiliar, yet innately known
the imprint of transcendence.

Inward images reveal the world outside,
Perception once unknown, now recognised with ill disguised vigour
All is…forever changed,
cognisance complete
Transience…..

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Confessions in the Belfry

All I wish could be mine
Is scattered in the forever that stretches afar
From atop this sanctuary divine
The angels magnificent boudoir

The town is crowned by diamonds at night
And agelessly ages as morning dew
Forgotten come mid-day light
Tomorrow to begin anew

I can’t digest what’s been cast out into the dark
And the onerous clanging of doom
By the empty vessels of cold and stark
Viewing life with such gloom

Between here and there I’m in the crease
Absolved eternally of what others stockpile in the abyss
I stand in its majesty alone in peace
Patiently waiting for the new day’s kiss

Sins of the Father

Somber is the saddest soul
Tattered like an old flag
Downtrodden with what I’m afflicted

I reach for you
And the searing pain of a love that splattered like hot oil
Burns away the doorway to our eternity or down you kicked it

The path you took by forsaking me
Seemed wondrous as the night sky
Shattered by bad choices

Disjointed jagged little diamonds
Fallen prey to your mar
The future echoes our children’s voices

Amaranthine

http://bookmust.wordpress.com/2014/06/22/doorning-thoughts/

It was this post on Ste J’s blog that led me to write this poem. I had no idea that the image he painted in my mind would become exactly this poem. Thank you for sparking my imagination, Ste.

Amaranthine

He spoke of a time that escaped my grasp
A smokey-toned voice with a slight rasp
He was persuasive in a passive way
I was inebriated from lust and Chardonnay
Then, through my mind’s flight, I walked the path to his home
Methodically he plotted through my roam
I felt him caress my skin as I was near
The pounding of my heart was for love, not fear
The scent of fresh flowers was in the air
I fashioned a wreath to wear in my hair
His voice brought me to the dark wooden door
Embellished with what appeared to be the famous Fleur
Centuries old and probably had passed
Since the arrival of the visitor last
Cobwebs abound as I opened the crypt
I found my amour through the time that had slipped
When he kissed my lips, it was pleasure and pain
Just a puppet in his world, forever I’ll remain

Poetic Genesis

The sharp white flaws of a blank page
Give thoughts and emotions a life
Shame and emptiness birth rage
Fig leafs shroud a man and wife
So much ado about naught
What little fruit to bear
Better a page be taught
Of Eden’s serpent beware
Cover up with the soils of the day
Lest hidden truths stampede
An honest poet turns away
Unless the soul is freed
The giver of life conquered pain
Daily, the burdens were carried
Tears like heavy rain
Unveil the liar she married
Loud is the big empty hall
How stark the truth can be
Dawn follows each nightfall
Fear not the uncertainty

Indulgent Insolence

The heavy air of pain’s prison bestowed upon me
The world is so loud today
Clapping at my failure to break free
Chasing smiles that never stay
Egregious abuse of trust pools near the street’s curbs
All in a quick barrage during spring’s waking
I’m not one to plant seeds of herbs
To make life more palatable for the taking
Cursed the one who set my heart to broken
The wine of my blood can wash me anew
Denying not the words that were spoken
With spiteful aridity, to myself I am true

Beyond the Umbra

It’s lonely here in this world
While the nebula’s glow has swirled
Painting the picture of our past
Even forever doesn’t last
Yet as long as there are stars in the sky
And the atmosphere never sets us awry
The night holds promise for those lost in the dark
In the distance, we know light began as a spark
Still, night is lonely and day isn’t bright
As the essence of my being dissolves without a fight
There are no arms waiting for me to curl up into this ponderous resignation
Sadness has a way of choosing me as its designation
Herewith I seek the starry sky in solitude,
and I realize at last
That even the darkest shadow had a luminous past