#trembles
I dream of being a child again
The child runs around flying a kite
Yelling and screaming laughter
butterflies in many colours flying by
The child tries to trap them and giggles
If I could just be that child again
Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 8:32 AM UTC
Love blossoms hanging on a Heaven tree,
pearls of light praying on the vine,
shy are the lips of God,
sweet apple wine,
kissing his bride so deep in the sea of gold skies,
pink shades of vulnerability,
shivers moan in plain delight,
angel choirs slice the lifespan of my hopes,
a dream infused in the eclipse of their love lights,
both stifled in the heat horizons,
clouds witness their marriage birth,
cross of effulgent lightning pouring down the neck,
God, do you take this bride with you in Heaven?
a bride like me, so meek in trembles?
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 5:56 AM UTC
*tremulous and tender, the crook'd finger
neither timid or tentative,*
yet trembles,
*though it be from
care, not fear, consideration, not trepidation
the renegade finger strokes her sleeping cheek,
tender the tip to each cell beloved, as if sealing a bond
there is no more to say
when awakening comes, one will be gone,
with no note, thus this last soft stoking, outline stroking
tremulous and tender, his finger, U shaped-crook'd,
but he is no longer is her
you*
he leaves, departing, yet lightly shaking,
no longer can he be her prized and proud claiming show-horse,
gone, that man she loved, for he cannot abide his being
called a former, dark glory, a bent cane spirit,
his body, its entirety,
crooked by weight of an improvident provision,
not just his finger, this, his,
a greater intolerable,
his pain of failure unacceptable
and shame searing,
his woe bends his love acrooked
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 4:41 PM UTC
the body turns
and trembles
and opens
you didn't tell
me that the green
was closing in
but the fence nailed
open
and turns
and trembles.
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 1:23 AM UTC
It trembles on a pedestal of glass and sand
A single beam of light pierces through the emptiness to illuminate its shaking
Its face of silver mirror reflecting light that disappears into the void
Frost coats the edges in the most delicate web, it shimmers with every angle
What odd eyes scan the depths of this isolation
Endlessly black bottomless pupils searching tirelessly
Eyelashes echoing arachnid origins flutter, meet and part
Sharp angled cheeks cut through the stillness with ease
A stillness of the mouth makes a parting of lips rare and foreign
The eyes flutter closed
Arachnid lashes meeting and locking
The lips part
Soft sighing escapes
The lips craddling its birth
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC