In heaven’s garden Pareidolia posies Blossom for his eyes – ❖ – Of a steel bouquet Where landed her fallen tears Rusted posies wilt With plastic smiles she cleans them For others thus they lustre – ❖ – Gathering posies In melancholia fields Sorrow’s redolence – ❖ – Half the petals lie When torn fromContinue reading “Posies (pentaptych)”
Category Archives: micropoetry
Open door (tanka, diptych)
Leaves an open door Candles illume the windows Someone always home Weeping for the entryway An open door not darkened – ❖ – Shadow dance enchants A door to childhood idyll The backyard tire’s swing In candlelight theatre Shadow puppet of a man art: The Underworld by Osnat Tzadok *20.05.22.08.00
Who cares (triptych)
Falls in the forest Alone, cries from he and she Is he ever heard? – ❖ – Two hands reaching out Countless more push his aside To better hold hers – ❖ – She and he crumble Beneath the weeping willow The tree comforts her art: Light Over Darkness by Osnat Tzadok *20.05.17.11.22
Friendship forgotten
Petals of promise Yet wilts the forgotten rose A friendship’s slow death art: Roses are death by ArtbyChrissyBoutique *20.05.16.18.34
Blind eye (tanka)
Plastic lacquered gems Easy, painless, eye-candy Fool’s gold for the fools Whilst trampling tragic treasure A deep diamond in the rough art: The Milky Way by Osnat Tzadok *05.10.20.15.08
Pyromaniac
Vengeful arsonist Burning bridges, scorching earth An island alone art: (untitled) by Zdzisław Beksiński *05.09.20.07.32
The gravity
Two cures for living Barefoot on Occam’s razor Gravity decides art: (untitled) by Zdzisław Salaburski
Circuity
Remorse flows inward Time passes with broken glass Penance pours outward art: Broken Hourglass by PhiArtStudio
Fodder
Waste for the worthy Crimson maggots lead the way Fodder for raptors art: (untitled) by Zdzisław Beksiński
Notable: a companion
His shirt, liar’s scent With oaths to quell his darkness Her dawn, never come art: Your white shirt by Monika Luniak (this is a companion piece for Notable (Apr2018), of which I was recently reminded; and with which, is richer)
The means
Courage ever sought It was inside all along The means to an end art: (untitled) by Zdzisław Beksiński
Plea
Hidden while he hunts Lonely finger to lips pressed A plea for silence art: (untitled) by Zdzisław Beksiński
MIA
Melancholia Inevitability Annihilation art: (untitled) by Eric Lacombe
Echo
Whispers in the wind With but one to hear the words Echo back to me art: Der Mönch am Meer by Caspar David Friedrich
Winter’s gift
Winter’s gracious gift Shamed by the cold forest floor A blanket of snow art: shadow side by Margarita Georgiadis
Bent
Gallows’ refraction Moonlit lakeside reflection Bent on destruction art: Untitled (Gallows Tree 2) by Paul Smith
Empty
A candle without wick Or wax An artist without hue Or muse I’m too empty to do either On my emptiness art: (untitled) by Zdzisław Beksiński *05.02.20.16.04
Strident brio
He bared his heart with timidity, and with brio was cast aside He feared for marked insanity, with the many times he’d tried The booming beat within his breast, hushed lunacy’s strident calls Until he stilled his throbbing heart, when then those voices died art: Anomalie 7 by Eric Lacombe
Cacophony
His sub rosa screams are cacophonous Reverberating echoes, his remaining amity Confined within his dermal sarcophagus Alive and buried, his demons lurk relentlessly art: finis coronat opus by Peterio
I wouldn’t
I could try to unsee the seen I could try to unhear the heard I could try to unfeel the felt I could try to untaste the salt I could try to unlove the loved And I would disrespect the time art: A Troubled Soul by Ferdinand Hodler
Out of love
I made him suffer, out of love; I took his life, out of love; I will die, completely out of love art: At Eternity’s Gate by Vincent Van Gogh *08.13.18.18.52
Candor
With brilliant candor, Sol bade him wake, for he brought to bear another day art: Sunrise Through Mist by Chris Hankey
Doll
Layered psychoses swelter her brow, helter-skelter sans clemency of a breath; nested neuroses bombastically loud, she’s a madness of matryoshka dolls; infinity mirrors of dwindling sanity, bearing distant truths of her diminishing self; the taunting homunculi with unreal expectations, synchronize chides for Platonic perfection; this ephemeral Form of unattainable need, is found unapologetic in theContinue reading “Doll”
Haiku: kite
She yet flew a kite Rather than placate the wind And found happiness art: Evening Cool by Shinsui Itō
Potential
It lies not in the belief that you’re a butterfly Therein lies the dusted iridescence of insanity Nor in the misguided extolments of strangers Therein lies the birth of a disfigured maggot Potential lies only in one’s ability to exceed it Most will never soar amidst the kaleidoscope art: butterfly by Peterio
Amble
Closing gaping open wounds with tiny searing nooses Stitching burning questions in lamentous deadman sutures Itching ambling fingernails in obeisance of their masters Tearing at the sentient seals withholding all the answers Flaying scarring keratin with mindless zeal abide Knowing flowing remedies are hiding just inside art: by Paolo Troilo
Wild horses
Drawn and quartered memories Wild horses on unbridled courses A whipping fury of tails and manes They, reigning without reins They, unsaddled by saddles An unbroken stampede of nightmares On anger benders, biting the bit broken Bygone woebegone won’t begone They, the slaughterers They, the rider renders art: Four Horses of Apocalypse by Lorenzo Ghiglieri
Petulant
A doting son, a distant father A gulf of petulance between Taken for granted, disenchanted A landfill of shoes to fill A landfill of time to kill A lonely son, a father deceased A gulf of emptiness between Grown to contemplate, appreciate A curio of shoes to display A curio of time to dismay art:Continue reading “Petulant”
Abundant
Sunlight sparkles whispered through windblown autumn leaves Hidden buried treasures found forgotten in the trees An abundant wealth embraced within nature’s loving limbs Amidst the gentle rustle of windblown autumn hymns art: by Olivia Mae Pendergast
Deviate
Too young to fear the coming jeer from a host of bitter grey Left unprepared when venom flared for living her own way She would deviate and elevate to rise above the horde Then was ostracized and lobotomized for striking her own chord So she hid the fire and bid the pyre to keep herContinue reading “Deviate”
Lissome
The lissome scapegrace weaved through the unsuspecting crowd, availing himself – with nimble, starving fingers – of their precious look-the-other-ways and more-valuable-than-hims art: Journal of Social History
Mellifluous
Gentle commands mellifluously poured from her tongue, but the words melted in her throat when he devoured her glistening, ambrosia lips art: Perfil de la pasión by Malcolm T. Liepke *07.07.18.14.44
Exposure
Overdeveloped and underexposed, she’s an unclear picture photo: by Sandra
Silenced
He tires of the magmatic struggle, the viscid tiger crawl of liquid basalt enveloping his head; The vertiginous plume consuming his vision in a latticework of soot, smoke, and sorrow; The thermic surge, a thigmotropistic urge, seeking to enflame his fuming faculties; The sweltering seduction of fervid lips, brushing his cheeks to glowing rubescence; AContinue reading “Silenced”
Serendipity
On a train bound for serendipity, sitting alone in a compartment for two art: Rain, Steam and Speed by Joseph Mallord William Turner
Obtuse
he thinks he thinks outside the tesseract, since a box has too few of the right angles; he must be obtuse, he never knows how to act and it’s never acute when his tongue tangles *I sincerely apologize to anyone who has read this art: hypercube by Gian Luigi Delpin
Plethora
A plethora of paths before him, dubitation stayed his stride; in remorseful torpidity he could only watch, as fear always tread in his stead art: Last Self Portrait as a Dying Man by Théodore Géricault
Stoplight
Paused beneath the red stoplight’s luminance; lulled by the engine’s purr on a dark, drizzly morning; a blood-splattered, noctilucent mist reflects across the untended windshield, and he thinks of her photo by: me!
Lost
She picks dead flowers to spare seeing them die She shuns happiness for fear the feeling wanes She keeps herself lost to hide that no one searches art: Ophelia by John William Waterhouse
Final fling
She bore the syringe of melancholy to a flirtatious vein, anticipating the sanguine swirl, and desperate for her final fling
Dahlia
Dahlia layers, a flowering fractality Repeating redolence of sensual scents A silken shroud of multitudinousness Fragility in exquisite equilibrium Petals cascading from a pivotal universe Floral fireworks on a spherical sojourn Lustrous lava flows consuming its core Centric waves of satin, ad infinitum Perpetually pulchritudinous perfection art: by Jackie Jacobson
Interstice
Immured in the interstice between wakeful and wishful, with whispers overwhelming howls, cecity surmounting reality, and madness marauding hope art: Evening Ceremonies by James Gleeson
Yesterday
Yesterday was bad Today even worse That tomorrow now taunts Is the epitome of perverse art: Persephones Scream by Margarita Georgiadis
Xerox
all around they’re ever prevalent with appetites insatiable it happened without warning taking something irreplaceable the elaborate soulless gadgets our essential evil phones just fabricate xerox copies of toxic mindless drones they devour time so priceless between fingers tightly folding dragooning devilish devices while there’re human hands worth holding we’re slaves of our own makingContinue reading “Xerox”
Wordless
he turned the corner, a slow maudlin gait what is he thinking, a sick father’s fate his head low hanging, collecting his thought perhaps he’s tricking, this large morbid lot always the teaser, his typical ploys surely the answer, we’re gullible toys burning subsides with, new hesitant hope he steps within reach, wordless I copeContinue reading “Wordless”
Bluebells
Wading in a bucolic ocean, petals lapping at her ankles, buoyed by its redolence while gentle breezes send wavelets through an eternity of bluebells
Fragility
A storm too violent, perception’s pitch and yaw – rudderless, directionless, captainless – nigh sea shoals bethink me of our vessels’ fragility art: Ships in Distress in a Raging Storm by Ludolf Backhuysen
Vampire
it isn’t need it isn’t just it’s purely fetish a wanton lust the master calls a fugue befalls heightened senses for walking palls she draws them in through promised sin playful teases ‘fore tearing skin when comes the blood priapic flood consuming all throws husk to mud her weakness red desire bled though needn’t feedContinue reading “Vampire”
Crestfallen
crestfallen, he surrenders unto his pen, evermore
Untidy
Untidy mind, third eye blind Whence comes the madness, then she opined… Toxic optic epic otic basic logic ethic stoic mimic gimmick tragic tactic ethnic critic septic civic cleric mystic telic fistic frantic antic manic panic graphic traffic drastic plastic Can’t escape the stress bombastic art: Deliberation by Mario Sanchez Nevado
Unfishing
Lonely man on the pier, for what does he fish? He hasn’t bait, nor his line cast; how can he fish? Unengaged and uninspired, he no longer fishes
Nothing
When he was gone, no light then dimmed; he was dark where there was darkness, silent when there was silence, and nothing in what was everything
Limerence
Dark limerence, she thought it not, a lustful muse, an artist sought What happens then, she’s not to blame, her dark passenger feels the same For art she sits, once taken in, the other paints in scarlet sin One a killer, one lets her kill, leaving naught but painter still Lone seductress, cleaved discrete, eachContinue reading “Limerence”
Tree
Oh dearest tree your strength I claim, to bedeck your bough is why I came E’ry branch of life a task I’ve failed, thus here I’ll swing in peace unveiled art: Hanging tree by BigFace
Sharpener
The handwriting is already on the wall His razors needn’t a sharpener at all
Rarity
How fleeting becomes his rare fulfillment and happiness… art: by Eric Lacombe
Redirections
Of myriad failures on a quixotic road, perhaps my most egregious offense was allowing the unscrupulous to redirect me into a decathectical existence; despite those paths that have crossed me, there must be decent individuals; they with hitherto asymptotic paths to my own…
Reality
Don’t let the size of the star pinched between your fingertips blind you to the reality of reaching for the sky art: The Old Astonomer by Charlie Bowater
Rules
he followed the rules, of the bespoken tools others would break them, he’s a foretoken fool he squandered each day, by obeying the fray a prisoner of self, ever losing his way he wasted each night, no voice for his plight no answers would come, no choice but to write he’d never feel peace, asContinue reading “Rules”
Quiet
it is the quiet, and how it smothers internal voices, there are no others its probing tendrils, explore the spaces between the screaming, ‘fore it debases in a reminder, through its oppression he’d be alone if, not for obsession so in the silence, when hearing echoes of voices screaming, their final death throes he cursesContinue reading “Quiet”
Snapdragons
From somber repose the snapdragons roared to the welkin at the tempest’s behest; a sea of vermilion, in sudden mindfulness, wailing to the sky desperate to soar
Negotiate
He’ll negotiate the curves tires squealing in the heat Until her engine roars and she takes the driver’s seat art: nuit d’été by Christophe Kro
Plastic
She thought it was fantastic her thin smile always plastic And gained many sycophants who just wanted in her pants Thought their admiration real that she had real sex appeal Her heart’s what would truly show hidden plots, intentions faux She teased to keep them at bay so she then could have her way RatherContinue reading “Plastic”
Obligation
She adores, to her, the gifts he brings When he frees her mind on colorful wings She prizes the warmth when given his kiss The highlight each day that she’d never miss She treasures his calming her current vexation He’s always found nurturing her nascent fixation And she worships the sting of his luscious touchContinue reading “Obligation”
Goodbye
Her wordless withdrawal was swallowed by the groan of the closing door; creeping up his spine, it delivered a haunting death rattle to his ear After the door’s throes died away, after the last echo of its final lament, he whispered, in eloquence only brevity has mastered, Goodbye art: Der Blick by Edward B. Gordon
Gallivant
From street to street he’d gallivant Surreptitious recalcitrant He’d hunt the ladies of the night From shadows dark and mind of blight His lust for lives need not the sun Jack of his trade, master of one They who dwelt Whitechapel way Read the news and in fear they’d lay Whores and strippers their chancesContinue reading “Gallivant”
Money
To treasure she clung, yet sorrow became Her soul fell empty, not winning the game In desperation, her wealth she gave ‘way And to her surprise, joy lifted the grey Still driven by greed, happiness her fix She never imagined, such pleasure in nix Tireless she gave, until naught was left To all the poorContinue reading “Money”
Laughter
Deep within a well of ink A nib of sin alone I sink My eye shan’t pierce this darkened veil My hand shan’t shift this wooden jail I call to all but none returned Can no one hear whence I’m interned The lid held fast by iron spike And lined with silk or something likeContinue reading “Laughter”
Conversation
He lent for hours a sympathetic ear, to the moans and groans of the lonely floor, endeavouring to sustain the one-sided conversation, and usurp the furtive madness awaiting for the obmutescent lull art: Imaginings by Jeanne Bessette
Satin
her satin tongue ere ever sprung wefts and warps lies to be strung ‘hind silken maw and tightened jaw her needle guards pierce red and raw it’s her defense and recompense a loving heart the pain immense so shifting eye and shifting lie will weave the tales but then deny she’ll not devolve instead absolveContinue reading “Satin”
Precipice
An asomatous plea beckoned him to the rocky ledge; the lustful spindrift, the destructive waves, a more luculent tongue he could not remember art: Standing on the precipice by Jeanne Bessette
Pearls of wisdom
The sanguine dreams flowing from her, final wishes she never shared, would dewet into pearls of crimson wisdom for which no one ever cared *06.01.18.08.24
Stepping stones
With but a smile thereafter, she made him clumsily stumble over the very words that he once used as stepping stones to her heart art: The Kiss by J.R.Slattum
Broken
Stained glass, handmade Rufescent shades in shattered blades Red arroyo running deep In hemoglobic homily A broken mirror of nonpareil odium Despise the two derisive eyes staring back Seething sotto voce, curses and hatred Handmade stained glass, picture putrid Spur of the moment, spurn of the moment Now the eyes, they number seven In bloodshotContinue reading “Broken”
Forsaken by
Forsaken by love Forsaken by woe Forsaken by friend Forsaken by foe Forsaken by goodness Forsaken by badness Forsaken by sanity Forsaken by madness Forsaken by dream Forsaken by living Forsaken by nightmare Forsaken by giving Forsaken by everything Forsaken by one thing In the end I’ll be Forsaken by nothing
Famous
he is famous inside his head it matters not if ever true it’s perhaps why he was bred to be famous-er than you strangers fawn and pamper him then oddly hit him with a quiz from their smile and on a whim they ask him who someone is but somehow he always knows he brings joy toContinue reading “Famous”
Doppelgänger
A doppelgänger cask Rests deep beneath his skin Like Schrödinger’s famed flask It seeps poison deep within A doctor throughout the day Who bears a vastly darker side Tries to hold this fiend at bay One he knows he cannot Hyde While sanity’s held inside his soul To admit madness he was loath Never knowingContinue reading “Doppelgänger”
Notes of madness
She was the charmer and the snake and the basket case, dancing to notes of madness that only she could hear art: Voluptas by Franz von Lenbach
Archaic
The archaic arachnid her fangs are protracted hunts from her foul lair with guile and tongue acrid Beneath cirith ungol fed by the wretch smeagol exchanged for protection from mordor and its evil Then baggins was brought there by gollum who could not bear that the hobbit held precious and the ambush, quite unfair ButContinue reading “Archaic”
Whispers and wails
How somber the breeze who pushes the abandoned swing, lamenting an unforgotten friend with soothing whispers and unbridled wails
Guilty
He marvels before the irony, feeling guilty for the guilt; he knows, surely, that it is the guilt keeping him alive, an aphrodisiac and a bane staying his executioner’s hand Warning of the wreckage wrought, aware of the afterthought, that this poison in its wake would spread plague- like through the innocent veins of theContinue reading “Guilty”
tsk tsk tsk
tsk tsk tsk wagged the metronome who watched over her delicate hand ting ting ting sang the ivory as she taunted the sweet baby grand no no no seethed the pedagogue he was a talentless, ignorant fool sob sob sob rang the little girl forced alone with the tutor so cruel psst psst psst whisp’dContinue reading “tsk tsk tsk”
Morning flower
He rests the white flower in its waiting vase Vaugely smiling upon the brown, darkened soil Then sets the arrangement in its hallowed place And waters the morning garden, ever so loyal At once a thunderous storm begins brewing And sets to air an aroma that he could hug So lovely, he can’t help ‘foreContinue reading “Morning flower”
Awkward
Deeply darkly Drowned in doubt Always awkward Anxious about Feel of fear From friend and foe Always angry Afterglow Cautious coward Cannot cope Haunted hollow Hiding hope Languished life Lacks love to lend Early exit Everlasting end
Pretender jester
The princess prances down the halls as if she owns them one and all, self-anointed so, by perceiving princely bold advances and apparent surreptitious glances Pretender to the throne, she insists that it’s her wits that got her there, as she’s wont to wear her tight gown and her polished, flaxen crown She knows herContinue reading “Pretender jester”
Premature complications
They’re premature complications And predictive stipulations Of mentally strained gyrations In infinite preparations Overwrought and overthinking Details sought and in them sinking Not yet moments but in a blinking Overwhelming disaster linking Ever breathing, but forget to respire So smell the roses, and duck the crossfire Read the daily prompts and let them inspire ThenContinue reading “Premature complications”
Lipstick kiss
of a lipstick kiss and requisite reflections on waves of discontent; not a lover’s quarrel, merely coercion by happenstance blown through the trees; bearing water red-handed at the shore’s summoning – a souvenir of the dalliance – only to drown beneath the weight of a lipstick kiss floating on bubbles by marianna_a
Hallowed war
The fight to overcome his darkly hallowed war won’t win, and finally he’ll succumb to starkly harrowed whims within
Whys
Dead roses grow and crumble in her wake of tears, even as her feet bleed from the thorns before her; she treads in an infinite circle of whys
Millenary miles
What hope have we whose every single step begins with a journey of a thousand miles
A bit o’cheek
try as he might to keep it supressed this torturous feeling deep in his breast it’s infecting his mind his heart and his soul in danger of changing to diamond from coal the comments and likes for wrongs that he’d write made him feel good and showed him some light the senations are gross andContinue reading “A bit o’cheek”
Movie night
Moonray nocturne at sweltering dusk, sweat bedighted lines from the pale actor’s whip, rake his torso Obdormition onset by ignavy, recumbent on his bed, mesmerized by the spinning blades overhead The rotation mingles with blueish hues and shadowed cues; dust provides the grain in this 16mm strobe A movie projection flickers to life, of life;Continue reading “Movie night”
Rolling hills and butterflies
He plods along his head hung low, his past and future he drags in tow And dreams as hope then slowly dies, of rolling hills and butterflies With a steady gait, this fool of time, just plods along life’s hellish climb And left alone he bears his wait, he bares his soul, and bears hisContinue reading “Rolling hills and butterflies”
Tombstone garden
Imbroglio bedlam – madness wing, twin windows barred behind a wilting cinquefoil Twisted linen ropes escape each, abseiling to the tombstone garden where within the pistil presses Genuflect beneath sacrificial temples sullied by questions, reverent before silent halls unadorned by answers Guiding the supplicant hand of god to take a life, to free a lifeContinue reading “Tombstone garden”
Breathless enamour
The rhapsody of starlight impelled him to take the icy summit, he was breathless; yet they knew the thinning air wasn’t to blame; it was the casual climbing that betrayed his enamour with their scintillating serenade
Jealous Sol
Periwinkle skies with a dollop of primrose angrily wanting to shine, but nimbus shed tears are for frolicking bare toes and Sol is jealous of mine
Echo razors
His words echoed back like razors when her ears refused to hear them, then his life spelled out her name on the tessellated floor
Slight
slight of mind from others blind slipping grip, and left behind bear nine tail no pleading wail shifting whip, of self assail slight the land oft then brand slitting drip, will not withstand noose the pall with echo’s call splitting lip, his id befall scars and stains of shattered brains stripping thrip, of what remains
The wolf
The wolf, she stalks me; her thundering growls and windsweeping howls, her tip-tapping claws and snip-snapping jaws, I hear her at my window, I hear her through my door
Lunacy skewed
My eyes open wide, to a chair I am tethered The blood & the gore, what tests have I weathered Instruments all around me, infused with a gleam But wretched, like his smile, they’re surely unclean His spindly, fluid fingers moving so gracefully Skillfully adept with the tests that he does to me He pokesContinue reading “Lunacy skewed”
