Sorcier d'argent

Sorcier d'argent Sep 2017

“Insistent I beseech; that I must be upon its brim.”

Wallow-crusted, ink-seared bed; a crooked-
pearl adorned corals by the thawed bank,
Bountiful aye! The cruise has yet booked;
but hasty tripped the waves and got me shank!

“Hush’n harken! ‘Tis the fruiting!”

And yet amidst the spree;
thereafter peered I through,
A boon past filigree,
An overbrim en-route:

A gilded chalice; to glow when only spired upon its wallow.

“However scornful, I insist; still.”

I truly would, however sinful. For sure.

#poetry #cryptic #love

Sorcier d'argent Sep 2017

A Love Story

“If ever so lavish, beneath the crescent,
ere th’ rose; unfair audience decadent.”

and to its descent I yield,
O woeful Iris; unto thine crown,
sweet beckoning kiss given;
taken, and I beg you slit me not;

sheathe me not, so dearly.

“If ever so lovely; she clings woeful:
Iris a handful and red an eyeful”

A story; or perhaps?

#love #poetry #flowers #story #bittersweet

Sorcier d'argent Aug 2017

Wish

“For this I am willing;
to bet against the well.”

There were forenights after,
When I’d again see flutters;
brims and flashes in fluster:
Daymares in excessive tenors.

In an augmented thought; the lights
rearranged and jumped off spectrum;
and the unbowed remnants, with plights
to infer; to escape such fair conundrum:

“If one would take upon oneself an ascension;
laid upon a fountain of ire?”

As if to live unheathered,
Complacent and unafraid;
and how would one have it missed?
Such comely pair untinted.

“And here I write, to make believe.”

Infatuation probably? I really hope not.

#poetry #infatuation #falling #love #hope

Sorcier d'argent Jul 2017

Sincerely, Your Poet,

One at a time, slowly and softly,
I will carry you through the breeze,
Patience my lady, worry not;
For I will be your wings,

If you wish,
And only if you will.

Look at me, seek my world and
I shall welcome you,
With this chansonette,
This gentle little song for you.

A little undelivered piece I had written a few years ago.

#poetry #infatuation #fair #lady #song

Sorcier d'argent Jul 2017

11.

“Wir sind eine Familie.”

A cluttered freight yonder,
Fleeting sparks; a kissed cinder.
And to its remembrance;
forever lit, iridescent.

Echoes in fractions,
Leftover paints; patience,
Riddance; a touch to tip,
Fragments to keep;

And spirits to sip.

If ever a mirror glints,
and finds you pain;
When nightmares cue,
and you might feel blue;

Remember so

that we’ll never be apart.

“Hasten in joy, for the night awaits.”

A little poem for a bittersweet farewell.

#farewell #remember #joy #poetry

Sorcier d'argent Mar 2017

Prior to Esperance and Depravity

If be becomes am when I,

When I am sad and think about all the sightings prior,
When I am anxious and all corners fall apart; prior
to the tipping top I am looking at, my dreams exhale
frivolous endeavours as I am trying to breathe; to inhale

In apathy.

Forgetful and retracted;
I lost tact in compulsion,
Exasperated and unfaithful:
I am divorced.

And so, be becomes am when;
I tip all dreams prior.

#poem #poetry #depression #sadness #hope #dreams #deprived

Sorcier d'argent Mar 2017

Selfishness and the fun within

I’d consider a trip over two quills and a bottle of ink,
A wooden pencil as well; an eraser-ended one.
A sharpener green and stacks of empty notebooks;
Two chairs and a short table upon a patio, with a drink.

And I’ll be content with:
A couple forests to watch,
Rings of rainbow to wear,
And a piper to dance with.

Then maybe after a nap under a lyre;
trilling upon a bed of proses,

And just maybe then I’ll write for you.

A short poem that popped out in my mind earlier today.

#poetry #fun #writing #writer