Tag modern poetry
swims against the tides of fate,
clashes with uptight currents,
is buoyed by gentle waves
like a bolt into a dream made out of nothingness,
crowns of hope
along the touch of nature.No golden shoes enfold the feet.
They are bare and wounded.
the silky palace of nights revenge
the desert dreaming of a storm
the voice whispering across the back of a neck,
Longing quantified and articulated
yours is the touch
that lights the forever fires
seethes the trembling earth,
the way light and shadow
play hide and seek.
I search and see a foggy future
in clear Waterford crystal.
It shatters as seconds cease
to tick tick on.
Man and Woman made together partaking in a heavenly parade
luminously walking along one’s own brigade, fully powered
Clearly connecting kinetically communicating through the cosmos
A fabric to weave in and out of the one mused most
Enveloped in a theory of strings and mindful news posts
Set up a series of lyrical hosts discovering the deepest cognitive coasts
Visually experiencing the tides of thought in the eyes mind and believing in
Sending messages of safe passage over seas
Weathering storms, disease and all liquid creatures swimming about
Destructive demonstrated dance dialect positioning translation
As dawn breaks, in unison with this heart
Little sounds of you dribble down the gallery
Like pebbles in the stream behind – into my room
As an artist to canvas, in my thoughts, I paint –
Your breast heaving in long, abysmal sighs of content
In cavernous snores of ignorance and bliss
And I – but a wayward ghost in our home
Haunting the very same cracks and crevices
My heart pretended
you were a sound
I could drink
when I went searching
for golden lines full of surprise.
When I walked towards you,
my ears tasted the beat of the earth
and it began to turn
in reverse.
Ringing clear were hundreds of memories
I had kissed freely,
known as all the things you did.
Then in came the rushing sea
crashing into my mind
with waves of everything
you have ever said.
Dreams of unknown melodies become my companions
When the moon sits upon her throne, my love
Far away, more gravitating
Are the quivering stars in the heavens
Up above
My life floats within the sun in a blissful perfect peace
Blazing there, high above the tallest trees
In lines, my soul can name
