Thursday, November 21

Browsing: Free Verse

taciturn eyes look across windswept plains as pale light falls on jagged hill and steppe the last rays of a setting sun sink deep into warm earth and leathered skin — 2/23/10 – 91 – Mongol

you twine sluggishly round the landscape
a muddy brown wash among the fertile land
untamed and mighty among your brethren
you assert dominance and lethargy out of hand

you transcribe a graceful arc with your wild colors and lazy form your speed and intensity is belied by the gentle curve of your board — 2/19/10 – 87

a pale sky looms above your head cold winds blow against your face the silence of dreams echo loudly and doubt beats against your will yet you stand with your feet set and defiant you gaze into the deep to win or die, you set your jaw and give no ground to your fear — 2/20/10 – 88

soft sunset light falling golden, a tree lined horizon dappled in colors pink, red and orange, till fading the sun falls beneath the distant curve of the earth and all is cloaked in gloaming.

your form is so supple it moves with a languid grace an arch, a spire, a cathedral in the spaces of my imagination and as it rises and falls with the gently pulsing rhythm and falling grace notes paint the sky a vibrant orange my heart swells deep till peace and joy mingle in the exultant ecstasy — 2/15/10 – Allelujah – 83

you manifest gently a persistent evidence in the character of life a pervading presence in the fabric of this existential existence — 2/14/10 – 82

your slender form expresses excitement joy and laughter to match your spirit in all its gay adventure — 2/13/10 – 81 #ruth

mystery is absent myth has lost itself imagination clamors and has lost its wealth all seems dim and faded till the sun drops neath the earth and all is bleak and blackness over all that is of worth — 2/11/10 – 79

what is this blood, why does it weep? cold tears falling on a hard ground and grief echoing the hollow sound til life forms from a shed tear and weeping drains your crushing fear and transformation makes all things new — Communion – 2/7/10 – 75 #favorite

ah winter, my dear sullen mistress with your gray moods and windy days will you not look kindly on my face and listen softly of thy grace till all is well and you displace with love, if not warmth, the displeasure that you feel towards me? — 2/4/10 – 72 #favorite

your dark corridors are pregnant with silence footsteps sounding, echoing in your chambers foreigners and transients shuffling soundlessly a staggered measure of humanities members — 2/2/10 – 70 #favorite

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