Dawn King

Dawn King Feb 2015

open the windows
open the doors
let the storm rage within this house
lift its belly to the quiet still of the center
keep it in the tornado eye
while it does the damage
works swiftly on the wreckage
tears away at totality
leaving nothing left to depend upon
set it down on foreign shores
where it is bloodless and placid
before the pact that was made
the deal was drawn
from the combined rage
of a nettled cumulonimbus
and oppressed earth
with marked indignation
is settled

Feb 2015

ryn

Witch's Brew

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O   )    (                      )
            )                (      o
    (              (      (                       O
   )     o              )   O       )        o
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**make me a cauldron of a witch's
brew•let it bubble and boil...;
simmer and stew• allow the con-
coction to churn•feed it with raw an-
guish and spiteful spurn•whisper my wi-
shes into shady ingredients•scatter them in
to render it potent•stir it wild...with an iron
ladle with a wooden haft•raucous incanta-
tions of a long forgotten craft•...now give
me a vial of the witch's brew•let it
**** me or grant me the gifts
promised in lieu•

#concretepoetry #hellopoetry107 #witchsbrew

Feb 2015

Musfiq us shaleheen

edge of the spaces

/
Thou Create Spaces
Within Thou
Barren Fields
Garden
It is born
Many trees
Flowers
Fruits
And do Thou
A mistake,
When thou plucks
The Flower
From the tree

The lesson of
Nature
Moves you to
Open Sky
Into the waves
Of Sea
Into the Black Shale
Of Paleozoic
Ripples
And reach the
Thoughts
In the home
Of Star

Now thou have
Learned
To count Stars
Move to
Get beyond,
Of which
May be found
The Edge
Of the Spaces
One Day
/*
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

edge of the spaces/
That discover the destination

#love #time #nature #philosophy #learn #mystic

Dawn King Feb 2015

intrepid

fearless flame
dance entrance me
jump on the bullet train
fairy dust torrid
gutsy love
whirl around me
telepathic, high speed
multiplied by multiples
from underground, all over town
punch drunk carpet ride
organized, cartel sized
cat got your tongue
caramelized, cinnamon slide

Dawn King Feb 2015

Dark Like Dusk

It was dark like dusk
And the old oak wept
Wept white sap like milk
Onto the ground
Up into my gown
She was there, yet invisible
Her possessions on the table
Dense with anger
Someone thinks of my youth
I wonder who it may be
A departed child so very angry
Lunges at my neck
My lovely sister calls out
To call her
We ease the others pains
She prays over us all
Of the light, of the white
We all go forth
No answers tonight