"annealing" poems
Seasoned Love's silent discourse,
Dusk of the long distance,
Beneath the mantle of lament
The peak bloom, gnawing decay,
Obscure
The weight of favor;
Annealing fire, moulded by
Winds of duration
Unfastening the raw surf of sorrow.
Incipient caprice, theft of occlusion
Colored by common defiance,
Vile tremors of privation-
Native enclave,
The province of
Vacant, age-eaten elucidation.
The tangled weave, pathos and ethos
Vested
Interior acquisition,
Furrowed paths of countenance
Evincive and drawn,
Affinity found, inhabiting the palisades
Of Immersion.
A furtive glance harbors
The trained gaze whose
Immanent flame-
Emergent
Serous source,
Imbued piercing latency;
A taste of
The fountainhead.
Unprobed theater of the absolute.
Thin supple pith
Identity sealed in skin
Perambulator of meaning and
Lineaments of cure.
Bearing the image of ubiquity
Perceives in the other,
Immortality.
Sacramental Eros,
Subsumes the
Capacity to treasure.
©2013 W.S. Warner
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 2:51 AM UTC
Can you smell the little pastries cooking down the hall
Can you hear the sound as my heart begins to crawl
Interlaced corridors of cordial metaphor
A coffee cake pace in a curious position set a forth
Can you see how sensual measures make me shake
Can you feel that you are my love's potentate
Lost in a scatter-brained impulsiveness to force annealing
Chasing that radiant love that feels like constant healing
Knowing that it is pouring in half of your soul
Knowing that equally given will always equal a whole
Giving all the potency of love a spirit can possess
Realizing that Love was never really a test
But more falling into a breathtaking abyss
Lost in the epicness of her every kiss
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 9:12 AM UTC
***Dissolve in solute
Compelling only thy cause
Obliterate
Fell not the haggard my son
Timbre only sound humanity
Sky dawn itself a new
Fire kindles hue
Annealing man will stand***
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC
For hours and days
Besides the darkness , and the breeze upholding the chaos
When it annealing em eyes, to heal the smear
you roar from inside, till it gets quite again
Sep 14, 2021
Sep 14, 2021 at 11:09 AM UTC
Poetry may not do it justice.
Their brown feathered heads bob,
their feet dig, clumps, grab and rob,
clods and sods, while tearing Earth.
Their heads twist downward and eyes
peer at what was unearthed and prized.
They were scratching out a living, peck
eking out an existence, even though peck,
they were paid in chicken feed, peck, peck.
They were the chickens of the loafing shed!
He worked with glass then later in front of the glory hole,
several hours a day and many, many years of hours total
over two and a half decades, annealing like his glass.
He pulled the sweetness from each piece with furnace fire, air and motion
staying level-headed while the raw molten ocean gathered on the honey dipper
of super-heated soft and borosilica masses were built from inside out, from
the crucible of the masters imagination.
Each year, all glass masterpieces all,
but three it averaged
would not make it to the market, fall or
fractured, shattered,
not a thing to be discouraged.
Cooling, heating a tricky thing,
Light blue pieces in the pan disassembled by natural forces,
so unlike their dreams, which have become tangible,
at 1100 degrees C, just don't touch the beauty, quite yet
this is the glass blowing reality at loafing shed
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
If paradise is prison,
Then I am bound to have a vision,
The enlightened one,
In the stare of the sun,
If I ever miss a step,
No route to this mental map,
The bottle I threw away, should have kept,
Now lost amongst the kelp,
I ask for no help,
My aks knows,
Betrayals of foes,
This enemy within,
Can't control my Saimese twin,
This Feeling,
Learnt through annealing
Un-retreating,
Is biased beyond a greeting,
When I say farewell,
Even my better half couldn't tell.
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 2:57 PM UTC
I have been a victim
Spattered by the saline spray
Of tears
Breakers crashing
The roaring surf
Blood in my ears rushing
Unable to fill the chasm
When dreams hit reality
Frail hope shatters
Scattered like gulls in the wake
Of a squall line
That dichotomy of sand and sky
Boundaries blur
Jetties endure the burden
Of the coming storm
This relentless tide hammers fragile shores
Limited ability to absorb the fallout
I find myself washed out to sea
Carried away
Forever swimming parallel to safety
Facetious hope a contagion
So acceptable to take on water
The annealing of complacency and stubborn faith
Simply a tonic for fools
I will be a victim
No more
My eyes are dry
I am weathered but unbroken
No more dredging the bottom for broken bones
And abandoned dreams
My reality waits
For me to stop treading turbulent water
And simply ascend
TL Boehm
01/01/10
© 2010
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC
I'm at the forge again today
heating beating hammering away.
But words don't come without cliché
so I must let them run and play.
Playtime's hard upon the desk
these walls are hardly picturesque
the shape is wrought the work annealing
a product of poetic feeling.
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 5:50 AM UTC
Sunset
Viking pyres sinking
by degrees from North Manitou
annealing the portside window
on an overnight flight to Dublin
spilling dye downtown high
above the left field bleachers
finger painting suburban skies
of my childhood racing
to beat the streetlights
floating fire on Lake Superior
too many times to count
Malibu two nights one July
sashaying drunk on magenta
going off to pout in the dark
when I called you a show off
you’ve seen me at my worst
I know all your florid secrets
little wonder we’ve grown
to resemble one another
incandescent palettes leached
wicking gunmetal horizons.
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC
Look at what I've done,
do you even see?
The work that I've completed,
it's what defines me.
At least that is what I say,
when I discuss my work to some,
but that is not what is at play,
to your opinions I succumb.
How can I stop this feeling,
of pining for approval,
and begin my personal annealing,
to fight your disapproval?
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 6:41 PM UTC