"recumbant" poems
the amber liquid
pours into the fine
porcelain bowl
swirls and settles
a few leaves dark
and sombre settle
at the bottom
and remain
unfathomable
i drink of it's heady
fragrance
the steam a line of
smoky memory
again i inhale
and again the years
fall away
the first sip
is bitter
tasting of tannin
and loss
the fine china
sings at the touch
of my tongue
and my memory
hums with words
of wisdom and friendship
i drink down to the
recumbant leaves
and the swirl the fortune
twist and tip the cup...
and read the leaves
with the same wonder
as i read the clouds...
unsuprisingly,
the leaves
speak to me of you....
as the scent of smoke and
camelia lingers on the evening breeze
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 1:01 AM UTC
The half expectant gaze of ignorance
A furtive silhouette of a man, diffident
composure - recumbant
feigning order and respect
as in an occasional outward glance
I must look away for your beauty burns too brightly and i must look away
Tragic contortions of a knowing mind
How my world seems to beckon me care
and how desperate i am to oblige
shrouded though I am in cigarette smoke and dissonance The Outsider can perceive a perfect harmony
My capacity for Love terrifies me.
Decidedly I feign in a recumbant comparisons of her shining beauty, a thousand suns or more
i am blind
so I imagine a perfect world and I draw mindstuff in the sky
These moments rebuffed
Resounding for their failure to Resound
Oh this sordid worldly affair
where there's so much beauty in dirt
and the magnificence of the Earth
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC