"rufescent" poems
One step forward, three steps back.
The queue shuffles,
visible breath in the winter blue.
The vendor vends,
fingerless gloves clamp the steaming mug.
Grunts and groans alike,
the warmth fills the withered corpses pale.
A gaze is cast,
into the misty nothing that inhabits the park.
A twitter is heard amongst the frosty masts.
Eyes meet with a rufescent-chested bird.
These same eyes are then met with salt,
a sorrow, a pang of jealousy.
A sheer longing for that same freedom.
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 1:12 PM UTC
The cold winds come as we fear
The silence echoes as it nears
As you sow ; shall come dear
None can Change the prophecy
As the rufescent clouds appear !
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC
Unravel me.
Plunge your fingers into the depths
of my anatomy-
wade into my rufescent flesh,
strum my fibers,
find me in the fissures
of my ivory bones---
then come back to the surface,
cling to the brims of my clavicles,
and tell me how
beautiful I am.
Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 8:40 AM UTC
my lover is the pinnacle of my pride
my lover hails the oceans and
directs the breeze
my lover does not hesitate to conjure seasons
one after the other
my lover does not discourage my uncontrollable awe
instead, my lover rips open my carefully contained cages
and sets free my inner workings
my lover makes the sun blush a bright rufescent hue
every morning
and the moon glow with joy
at the sight of my lover's resting eyes
my lover tips my earth over on each side
my lover makes my world turn so much so that i make sure everyone else can feel it too
Sep 24, 2023
Sep 24, 2023 at 6:11 PM UTC
Childlike glow
of thy radiant
skin, pale like
snow kissed
by sunlight.
Rufescent lips;
like flowing blood on
thy porcelain face.
The same of
your cheeks,
and
the ribbons of thy
veins…
Dost thou know ye
art not real?
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
Skin crafted porcelain
Fitts an alabaster face
Diamond stars of rufescent glow
Floating weightlessly in space
She's the sweetest honey swirl
The youngest cusp of a beautiful girl
Hold the weight of my empty world
My blood is heavy as an ocean
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC
Prophetic as a
lake-effect tempest,
an unnerving
November howls like
a dying animal.
The sound rattles
the houses,
and shake
the skeletal trees;
they hunger for
warmth
through emaciated
limbs as they
brush against my
rufescent face.
I survey the
frost of the broken
valley.
In death
the surroundings
seethe in
white as my
blood pools and
congeals with the
waste of the rivers.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 10:29 AM UTC
we sat in a waterless pool,
the shattered leaves gathered in disorder at its peeling concrete bottom.
the white walls laced with chaotic lines led us to believe that our feet had created those spidery veins reaching the length of the pool
a rufescent glow graced our cheeks and the chill was welcome so long as we sat side by side
it was comforting
sitting in a place that wasn't exactly what it was supposed to be.
lounging in a place usually inhabited in warmer months by children with far less worries than we
we heard calls coming from up the road and knew it was time to scale the fence again
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
The king of darkness called me a year ago,
Making me drink rufescent blood from
The wine chalice every night.
Forcing me to breathe
a life overflowing with ****
Asking me to breathe
The silence in chateau lobbies.
Making me listen the wails and the cries
of the innocent.
Not letting it engulf me further,
I darted away from it.
But it caught me again.
Leaving my nights slumberless.
The ghosts haunted me every night,
with their shadows dancing on the walls.
They called me again today,
But this time the king wanted me to
taste
the garden of death.
-Khushi :)
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 3:32 AM UTC
As it was, it was only a thin paper wall
Culminating a firey froth
Warm pulp leaks past the surface
Pooling in my hand
Rufescent embers crackling
Powder soft like sunny wind
Soon I will be the bitter breeze
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 2:12 PM UTC
In dawn embers lucid eye
I have dreamed high on perfumed sands
A blaze in passions rufescent dress
Bleeding ******** life and violent death
Winged a goddess straining higher
Drawn to taste sweet waters, dulcet songs
On the blue I floated a cast away
A lonely spirit shining
What thought of leave, promise and wines
Hath found me broken-hearted, soul on the knoll
Enigmatic carnelian creatures, thro’ fearing my rays
Doth call weeping amber and honey
Violent violets bloom these crystal swept eyes
Lazuli, sliver and gold clad skies possessed in my breast,
Sacred mysteries threading impatient words
Whetted curious velvet, immortal ******
──Evermore
©ASPAR (A Sol Poet, Arnay Rumens) 170418
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC