titans.they don’t tell you thattitans.3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
sisyphus just let the rock roll down
and collect his body
they don’t tell you that you can still walk
with holes in your legs
and you can still love
when your heart has already been ripped open.
they don’t tell you that
you are 75% of an ocean
that is six miles deep
and eats ships alive,
75% of the water that shapes canyons,
75% of the rain that drowned the earth
for forty days and nights.
they don’t tell you that
your body is made of the same carbon
they don’t tell you that
there is a fire burning inside of you
or that your bones are stronger than steel
or that the things that fuel you
fuel tigers, too.
the greeks and romans wrote stories about
how strong you were
and you are icarus,
and you died laughing
because they didn’t tell you
how beautiful the world really was
even as it was swallowed
by the waves.
Ocean SkiesI watch ocean skiesOcean Skies3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
drown each sailing bird.
Swimming clouds kiss
the stretched blueness.
The wind flies lost;
her soft breath flows
as live shadows sway
to the beat of the earth.
The patterns of energy
lavishly flood my eyes.
flawed in her beauty.
Slivers of light(French version below)Slivers of light4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
The most dreadful winter of my life came.
I abandoned the idea of a blossoming future,
Fled the misery of my own motherland,
For a woman I have far too often dreamt of.
Among the singing buds of the Shinto shrine
A white plum caresses my back,
Its petals lull me, my eyes are sealed, sweet reverie,
A convent of grass
The junk of my thoughts
Send me to Amaterasu.
Blushing Lotus, enticing Lilacs, panting Azaleas,
So many mistresses!
Enough perfumes to be drunk from them.
Why, my promise, have I been waiting so long to join you?
Your hair like Sakura flowers
Your laughters sound like Shamisen.
Over the pond, a dragonfly sits down and begins to dream
Autumnal HeartShe smells of dry earthAutumnal Heart3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
and late-season rains,
dust clouding her sun-starved skin;
rusting autumn around the edges,
peek from strands
of a silver-twinged braid
as she splays dirt-smeared fingers
in a lake
and watches the water
still, pivot, freeze--
the heart of her trapped
beneath the creaking breaths
of summer dying.
Winter BonsaiWind-chipped fingersWinter Bonsai2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
shape copper wire into bonsai trees
as snowflake fairies pirouette
around her gold-tinsel hair,
a plumage of daisies
sweeping across chiseled cheekbones
before falling back into ice.
Imagining Summer stroking her skin
with his breathing flower tattoos
and his crawling ivy-vine freckles,
Winter bends another tiny, timeless branch
and wonders what it might feel like
to have somebody melt for her
for a change.
Ode To A Moonlit ZephyrLight of a waning moon, a silent melodyOde To A Moonlit Zephyr1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
A moon more lustrous tonight than I remember
Reaching through the midnight black to captivate me
Gentle motions of a zephyr always dancing
In charming whispers intertwining with my hair
Serenades the dark as it is bathed in moonlight
Darkened heavens holding fast to my attention
Zephyr's melody is the only sound I hear
Articulating a peace not found among men
For a single moment all pain is forgotten
This zephyr embracing my body, mind and soul
Speaking of things I am too cautious to explore
Moonlight and whispering wind weaving around me
My eyes slowly shift among the faint distant stars
Observing them through the branches of conifers
Listening to this zephyr, a breath of mountains
A breath that gives life to each verse I choose to write
A soul-searching breath I am still learning to share
Are anointed revelations being whispered
On each dancing movements of the moonlight zephyr
A prolonged and sacred poetry recited
With a natural, eloquent ease
Masquerading FlowersPink and white rufflesMasquerading Flowers1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
bend and sway as
green leaves and thick stalks
waltz their blooms
through a balmy breeze.
taste-test the air,
sweeping for danger;
faux petals move
an inch at a time
high above the forest floor.
A vibrant orchid mantis
plays it cool
and takes it slow,
masquerading as a still-life
in a mobile world.
SnowflakeThe frost steals my thoughts,Snowflake1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
freezes my focus
and I am suddenly a six-sided sliver
of something else.
I fly away
beyond the leaking panes
and the chipped frames
that would dare to hold me in.
I am enthralled
starstruck by the pinpoints that are falling;
the galaxy that swirls lazily in an icy echo;
bits of soulful warmth in a void of absolutes.
And as I lay
on a cushion seeping cold into my skin
one tiny daydream lands
and I taste its effervescent story
and inhale its chill
and I am floating with the suns
the tiny angel feathers kissing my cheek
as they suspend themselves in silence.
FireThe fiery warmth.Fire1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sparks of red and orange.
Destructive, passionate, yet mesmerizing.
In an instant, it can take away a life through its destructive ways.
But yet, it can save a life with its warm embrace.
The fire spreads.
The tongues of flame licking at the fuel,
Its light throwing shadows dancing across your face.
Dangerous, yet safe.
Angry, but calm.
Harmless, until one spark lets loose.
Then the fire is free.
The master of chaos,
Hidden beneath a façade.
Wait until the veil crumbles,
To reveal its true power
Magical Faerie World.Magical Faerie World.1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
A magical faerie world,
Where Lads and Lasses,
Dance around in the circles,
Where Elves and Gnomes,
Hold hands with Ents and Oaks.
On which rivers flow,
To everyone's Home.
Monarch MorningsMistress Monarch spreadsMonarch Mornings1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
over white-capped mountains,
a new dawn seen through
thin antennae masks
and yellow-trimmed lace.
Like a StoneI'm like a stone,Like a Stone1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
in need of a river
to carve in me
where green would lay.
rumex acetosaHer roots run far and-rumex acetosa2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deep underneath our feet
Her leaves provide extra flavor for our greedy tongues-
And give our pain relief
But beware if you are to take too much-
Pain would be the least of your worries…
Closed flowerMy soul is a closed flowerClosed flower2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
It closes in darkness, but opens in full bloom to sunshine.
It serves for my own selfish protection.
To guard myself away
from negative energy.
I hide myself away from the night,
From the darkness, where there is no light.
To guard my pure, sweet scent for the day.
Where all the little critters will rejoice and play.
And help spread my happiness and fruitfulness to others who are
afraid of the dark.
I will not give my sweet scent to darkness.
Only to those who wish to see.
The light and happiness shine through their own souls.
To spread their own happiness, indeed.
No sticky dew in my pollen please.
Keep my being dry and warm.
So that my scent will stay fresh and pure, for others to take in.
I am merely, a closed flower.
butterfliesi. the sadistbutterflies2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
he eats moth
wings for breakfast
and cries out
when they flutter
against his rib cage,
his insides are a
pin their wings
to your aurelian
we both know
you want them fastened
to your shoulder blades.
iii. spinning mobiles
and the light
of her room draws
with toxic innards.
she's a cherub
with moth wings
and he plucks them
he likes to make
the angels cry
it makes him feel
them in containers,
and at the end of each
day she feeds them
the entrails of her
most mordant memories.
he slaps them down
with the heel of his boot
winged life doesn’t
sit right with him.
Spring's ShouldersFoxgloves and weeping willow vinesSpring's Shoulders1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
sway as Spring caresses the sky,
perfume wafting like a midday lullaby
around tall grasses.
A dragonfly's wings
mirror the curve of her hips,
the slope of her neck,
the line of her bare shoulders
through the windows
of thin lace patchwork.
to watch the dragonfly's antennae twitch,
one curious insect
content enough to reflect
the beauty of the day
without second-guessing its own.
Snow TearsSnow blankets an early spring bloom;Snow Tears1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the morning sun, it will melt
into the tears Mother Nature
was too stoic to shed.
Autumn LeavesHave you ever wonderedAutumn Leaves1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
why the leaves from the trees
lay dead on the ground?
Could it be that they are
unable to survive
once they are separated from their guardian?
Or maybe it's because
life isn't worth living
if they have nothing to hold onto them...
...giving them strength.
But once they grow older,
their master lets go;
could this be murder?
The tree knows.
It has seen this every autumn.
It disposes its cover
to expose its true colours.
So small, so innocent:
yet they are parasites -
Feeding from the tree of antiquity.
Indeed, the tree survives the seasons;
showing the forgotten strength of solitude.
Yellow, green, orange, red,
made, born, lived, dead.
Summer's VicesWatching the ripplesSummer's Vices3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
cast from long, freckled toes
reflect and refract
off honeycomb scales,
Summer paints ribbons
of ivy and starlings
across her fingernails
in clinging moss.
Rose petals and mother of pearl
cascade through the tangles
of her sun-kissed hair
as she watches the koi
around her bony ankles,
what vices they will bring
to the season
when they replace her.
Cloud MasqueradesPatchwork cloud portraitsCloud Masquerades3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
overlay an after-storm sky,
blue and gray veils
playing it safe
and hiding suspicious eyes.
Pulling the mask
from broad cheekbones,
she blots the last of her tears
and looks down on the world
wearing her heart on her sleeve,
pondering how it is
something so good at standing out
can still feel alone in a crowd.
The Damp Forest FloorThrice-foldedThe Damp Forest Floor2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Akin to sins stacked over years
We become one with the topsoil
Where tread the feet of young lives
footprints are absorbed
Fungal fingerprints abound
Little songs without audience
reverberate throughout canopied twilight
Seasons change their demeanor
Winds whisper of another story
told to the young ones
Father time and mother space
each a teacher to dying students
uninhabiteduninhabiteduninhabited1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are distant
of stone and sand.
There is found
indifferent to man.