Thursday, December 17, 2020

What's inside the box


blues & blue bows,


with messy mislabels, endings

of unfinished books, endings

with edges 

of contrition & sleeves of discovery

one door

opening to another door

maze of

                endings, that never


*a drop of ore,

a native flower,

a piece of splendor

day in and day out

Last 4 lines from *What Beauty does by Patricia Spears Jones

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - MTB - endings & beginnings, hosted by Peter Frankis.   Thanks for your comments & visits.   Have a Merry and Blessed Christmas.  Happy Holidays!   See you on Jan. 4, 2021!!!

Tuesday, December 15, 2020

Under Gothic Lights


Your perfume is black orchid of sadness

Enticing my shadows, rhapsody of madness

I shimmer into your quicksand of scars

Blood ink-stained verses drip, my hands are shears

wholly competing for your moon-starved eyes, I'm 

falling over your reckless mountains & dunes of desire

Above, stars are pelting unicorn's lights

Sky is castle of doomsday chaos in our sighs

We hear our hearts beat as birds of prey

Circling in unison - magic - in the fray

Our mouths are filled with dead flowers

And tumbleweeds, caressing stolen hours

Love, let's lie together, stroked (stroking)

in our failing universe, ash-smoked (smoking)

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Exploring Gothic as a Literary Genre hosted by Sanaa Rizvi.   Thanks for your visits and comments.   This is our last Poetics for 2020 before we go to our Holiday break.  

Tuesday, December 8, 2020


My heart was split, and a flower appeared*

I bartered my hourglass of sand for its petalled serenity

I offered my cup for the boldness of its elixir 

There is a receptacle of honey & beeswax

I wanted to jar & hold it    {forever}

But its stem faltered, wanting nothing

As bare red maple trees wanting nothing

But crimson orange sunset, quicksilver of light

Burnishing its bark with summer chaos of birdsongs 

I sink to earth's moss & inhale icy musk of death

Let go, carry on   {kite}

Filled with wishbones & books braided on tailwinds

*My heart was split, and a flower appeared (Solomon)

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics - Stepping Off the Sidewalk, Hosted by Laura Bloomsbury.  Thanks for the visit and comments.

Thursday, December 3, 2020

Smooth Operator


i want slow dancing

starbursting in my chest

& filaments of delicate lacework

latching on my ribs


the night spell is mad timbre

of iridescent specks of dotted lights

smooth as ripe velvet plums


                earthly swells

wine color 


& taste of wild 

                        crooning clarinet

pour red, 

     (bubbles of rose champagne)

all over my saxophone

     splashing purple & violet hues

my piano fingers are fire-


              all over you

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - MTB - Synesthesia in music.   Sade is one of my favorite singer - classy with that distinct sexy voice.    Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm.  Thanks for the visit.