When the drab eventuality of dusk finally crumbles,
like petals of forgotten flowers
against stained hospital sheet skies,
a mountain breeze injects life into autumn leaves,
conjuring images of undead summer nights
that breathe rusted-orange wake-up dust
into owls’ eyes.
When duration flags a train
of sorrows of every tomorrow
It is time to pack a hot ticket claim
bag on floating passage motive
past hesitation gate and gamble
into an age of enlightenment
leisurely tuned with arousing amble
conjuring Arabian Night's excitement,
flouncy passions, and dreams
so real as to owl screech
this dark into light met fully.
and waving fingers
of all that lingers
Raising the ghouls
to see the future
Disembodied figures swell
in ghastly caricature
A promise is whispered
The living is lead
to a single untruth
told by the dead
Left to rot in dingy vases under layers of dust, paper roses wilt too.
So I guess it’s a good thing I
To justify my
Assumptions that you will bring me real ones.
Assuming is dangerous.
So are promises.
So are open fan blades.
Though your body has vanished from my daily grind
I find solace in what is left behind
Every moment, minute, and second of time
Is vividly retained in my mind.
Your soul meets me nightly as I dream aloud
Taking me on tantalizing flights among wispy clouds
Retracing your touches from love avowed
Conjuring heated encounters in a thundercloud.
© Tina Thompson
Oddities of nature;
Simplistic conjugation of effects,
One not without the other.
It is rarely made aware to the consciousness of any living form that nature is odd.
Therefore our misuse of time,
Conjuring and confusing our ideas of our nature,
Would be better spent falsifying the idea of time itself.
Five points flicker-tease,
"How will you stop our yawning
gaps? Can you tip-toe
tap us out a doubter's ledge,
firm routes? Or diag'nals dance
to coin Pentacle's
conjuring? We'd relish reels,
spun round in Circle's
blur — unbroken, unending."
Watching shooting stars pull and wane,
barbed hope fences us in
wailing against wilted hands,
easy to scorn the universe
by conjuring the moons scythe
to chide daylight,
unwisely burdened with a sigh
a thankless enmity
strips the hidden away .