Fated encounter
Possibilities abound
yet I’m on tip toes
Tag: poem
Haiku #22 – Anticipating
Twilight in my heart…
Radiance from dusk or dawn?…
Silently waiting………….
An untitled dream work…
How do I tell a story of night, what words would truly express the moment’s horror? Lend me your thoughts and I will borrow you my imagination, if only for you to experience fully the act that is to ensue.
This is a story of one, once man…
Now immortal…
One cursed…
(Please listen as you read)
……
Steal away with me into the night
to a Bastion beyond many hills, where
darkness looms, time stands still
a realm of the no longer beating heart
to the land of a damned immortal
… a creatures of the night
Walk with me through these dark corridors
Hold your torch o so tightly…
Its fainting walls whispering tales of centuries
Weakened structures caked with dust
Listen to the moaning winds…
or could it be the many ghosts that hunt its halls?
Into the belly of the fortress we make our way,
Down winding stairways,
through darkened passages
Hold your torch O so tightly…
Come to rest at the foot of iron gates, shut.
Peer through the gaps to find a roofless chamber
its filthy, cracked walls bare no corners.
Moon beams pierce the darkness of this dungeon devoid of shade.
At first sight we see nothing but space and time,
a visiting rodent sneaks a look through the cracks.
Focus still and bring your attention to the heap of ash on the stoney grounds.
…
Ashes and Silence…
A scream suddenly breaks through the hush
Shrieks that make even the moaning winds give ear
The remains slowly taking form.
Life reaching from the depths of hell
… or is it… life?
A TORTUROUS TRANSFIGURATION WE SEE
as dust is molded into flesh and bone.
With every capillary formed, for
every flesh mounted are the painful howls
and constricting twists and turns…
FINALLY! … Finally, returns the hush,
the transformation lay still and
we hear the winds resume its tales
The object becomes animate, as
though awoken from Hades grip.
Sitting erect, the being looks towards the gate, towards
you and I
Behold the paleness of his face, his
eyes cold as death and yet divulging torment, and
with such deep sorrow he says
This is my fate did you know
to be cursed as Prometheus
Yet even he bore a better fate than I.
For I already damned am therefore damned a second time.
Once man, now soulless creature of evening…
He sites his noble visitor making its way back into the cracks
and with the agility of a lioness he pounces.
The meal he finishes all too quickly.
Signaling in our direction he speaks once again
You would be my first choice but for these accursed bars…
hence reduced to a scavenger am I…
His emaciated form circles the room in an almost zombie like manner
He awaits the Sun…
I await the sun…
The night sky,
She is beautiful is she not?
Day light greets me and
yet I can say very light of it majesty but
plenty of its horror
In this prison, naked to the sky
condemned am I to be tortured as Helios rages on.
My flesh melts before my very eyes
and what is left of my soul is torn to a thousand pieces
His laments, shrill…
What would Prometheus know of pain?!
Zeus is less a devil than my captor!… These walls!
O that my ashes be scattered to the four winds to end my suffering!
FREE ME!!!
His monologue is halted by the flicker of light from the east.
Dawn approaches, and
with it his executioner … A ball of fire
His eyes resume the horror from the moment he woke
Now frantically wandering the room as though in search of a place to hide,
Psychological torture besest him as he envisages the pain soon to come.
We watch as though through a peep hole of a sanitarium, this
tortured soul kicking and screaming, violently
throwing himself against the chamber walls
(…. So this is the cause of such filth and wreckage)
No white, softly padded walls to cushion his impact,
No straight jacket to prevent him cutting and scratching, that
he does in order to sensitize himself towards the impending affliction.
With the last vestige of courage he raises his voice:
SUN BE DAMNED TO HELL!
He then curls up like a child in where he best assumes a corner
as one defeated.
Cradling himself he mutters:
No more, No more…
The Sun slowly bearing its face, its
rays descend the Vampire’s uncovered tomb.
Cradling even faster,
His words more audios
NO MORE!
NO MORE!!
NO MORE!!!
NO MORE!!!!
Witness his backward transition
Melting flesh and bone,
to blood,
to ash.
Torturous screams return this shredded soul once again to temporary death.
A heap of dust once more, Silence
fills the room
Helios smiles down on what is left of our performer
As all the world is a stage…
We applaud, You and I, and
then depart through the dark and twisted maze
of imagination’s fort.
…
Hold your torch o so tightly…
“Everything you can imagine is real.”
― Pablo Picasso
I wish for the Northern Lights
Mingling forms display
like colored dancing dragons in the sky
… Dance o ye spirits for the Cree,
lighting up the heavens to the north
as Aurora smiles…
I imagine that a display of the Aurora Borealis would be absolutely breath taking, but since I am yet to experience such beauty I can only hope that one day I get to strike it off of my bucket list as an achievement 😀
… until then! 😉
Haiku #21
Your warmth would mean much
this early morning hour…
I can only wish…
Undressed
Barren
Stretched out
Naked
and
ReachingAbortion
due to seasonUnclothed,
Anticipating the embrace,
The white, crystal cloak
soon to bare over…
Blistering winds
do shake the buds,
Your ovaries
left
in cryogenic sleep,yet
the
beauty
of your form
the
intricacies
of your fingers
the
vulgarity
in your structure…Imagery savored in pixels
Your nakedness
relished
till yet another season…
Today @ dVerse Poets, Brian Miller is hosting Poetics and the prompt is based on photographic art inspiration (Photograph all provided by SueAnn) … Feel free to join in the fun! 🙂
Thanks Brian! 🙂
Poet
Our words, not what it seems yet all they are
The many visions of…
Mountains melt to mole hills
Ink rivers, Paper moons
Uncharted universe, inspirations births
Peer through the windows of many a tortured soul
Dirty Harry made clean,
Long live a Black Queen
Alice in wonderland scenes
The many genres and emotions to spill
What ever does the soul hold next?
Those seamless bursts of expression
What ever next do we disposes “self” of ?
Anthems of the heart broken? Cry me a river
Philosopher, quote your Julia Caesar
Dare to bare the blackness of your soul
Bars come undone, new webs spun
The hideous/beauteous creatures of thought, born
Nina Simone, Frank Sinatra taking the stage, we are
This world of ours we make the front page
Judge us if you dare but it is ours
Do your dance naked on the streets and do not care
Our paper moons still smiling,
Ink rivers never running dry…
Thanks to Anna Montgomery, at tonight’s dVerse prompt we are trying our hands on Postmodern poetry. Feel free to join in people 😉 … I feel like I’m back in literature class on this prompt! 😀
Dawn
Holding my hand she softly
leads me to the morning
Such a tease, from behind
my curtains she peeps and
distracts me from my sleep.
Hypnos flees at her whisper,
My sprawled body yet again
unchained..Waking me from temporary death
She bids me live with song
from birds near by and the
growing cacophony from my
window, outside- testifying
to possibilities of what
the day may bring.A times I wish she leave me be
Just allow my sprawled body
Yet she is ever present company
Her warmth
Her whisper
Daily piercing through my nights
She births new days
She ushers in the light.
Some day I hope to capture
her form through mechanical eyes
but only through words will I depict
her beauty until pennies fill my pocket
My Teeth
No teeth Fresh and Innocent Gurgles Giggles Cries The only lingo I know
Milk teeth A little rascal The curious cat Quickly building vocabPermanent teeth Imperfect and flawed Yet quite the lady Expression discovered through a pseudonymFalse teeth Aging nicely... I hope! Still repping Festival King Gathered experience births wisdom flavoured wordsNo teeth Six feet under My testament left behind A time capsule Festival King still aliveTo bloggers long after I'm gone: Welcome! 🙂 Glad you found me You need not follow But do feel free to like at will 😉
Its about Time on dVerse tonight! 🙂
Thanks for the prompt Mary! 😉
Cheers! 🙂
Misconstrued
Colored by Strangers I am Jaded perception False conclusions All illusion All seeming Zero understanding Fools rush in... Creating abstracts Their interpretation of me.
Shades undefined -equals- Marred repertoire The unconventional- REJECTED! Predictability required- ONLY!
They draw straws The shortest stick- black I get the shortest stick Yet proud Being misunderstood Damn their judgment! I stand unique My true colors ethereal ...Here stands the TRUE Stranger
Festival King 