“into the women-coloured twilight”

from Post Impressions (VI)   by E. E. *******^



there is a woman here who seeded in a ‘darling,’
awhile ago, thinking it passed unnoticed
but wax polished and jewelry bag separate kept

placed in a soft Etsy silken purse
suitable for holding precious iou’s,
vision her in the fields picking up the fragrance
of bulbs from soil, now scented upon a working woman's gloves,
arrival timed, in the woman-colored twilight of e.e.’s woman,
knowing she will be both prepared and unprepared,
perhaps for my recital, certainly, my comings unexpected

she knows I come with no singularity or multi-purpose,
except to complete this poem with proper decorum,
decorum properly undefined, but how many fictitious poems
scribbled in between the living days, in plastic bags to keep,
till a grounded definition is someday procured


April 2019

She winked at me...
Through the northern breeze,
Carrying the oil
For the painting I'd breathe.

Climbing the boughs,
I gently waved.
Over stately lines,
Above their leafy train.

My bedded Sun,
Lay behind hill's crest.
Wayward moon pining,
Empathizing with mine.

Before the stars came running,
A counsel to the lonely bodies.
I left that artful canopy.
Smiling, I think,

"She thought of me."

you left me standing
alone
in the twilight of it all
you vanished in the mist
in the hurt
of everything
you left me standing
alone

As the ground gleam with the gold
As the grass glow in the glum
As the mist settles on the petals
As the blooms begin to sob
As the oaks speak nothing, but silence
As the leaves chatter together

Oblivious to the pains, and of the endeavors
Masquerading tears, hiding sorrows
Buried in the memories of the burning past
An inexplicable melancholy in the air
Intoxicating everyone in the twilight gloom
I hope this dusk never settles
And we could relish this moment together

When I eclipse,
just know that we will meet again
and you will be at my side.
I will shine on you again
and we will give the world
something they won't forget-
a dazzling twilight for all to see.
I am your sun,
you are my moon.
Don't leave me in darkness
anytime soon.

Outside in the dark
The stars are shining
The moon is climbing
And my thoughts are rising.

backstreets at dusk radiate a soft charm
thoughts trickle down like nightfall on the glass
beneath the urban blue we're out of harm

you tap an aimless rhythm on my arm
laugh at graffiti on the overpass
backstreets at dusk radiate a soft charm

a ****** of words breeze through the evening calm
they pirouette away from conscious clasp
beneath the urban blue we're out of harm

catch a falling leaf in your open palm
we wander slow though the road glimmers fast
backstreets at dusk radiate a soft charm

your eyes blur mellow and lose the alarm
aureate dream dust just beyond our grasp
beneath the urban blue we're out of harm

we fade our wounds within this twilight balm
forget your feet and leave them in the grass
backstreets at dusk radiate a soft charm
beneath the urban blue we're out of harm