"unfastens" poems
Down the road of the land of the baked beans,
we find this fruit wing of an Amazonian tree.
In autumn, when she turns dry and brown,
she unfastens from her mother tree and plunges down,
dwindling she begins to whirl in pain,
screaming in fear and agony but one cant hear any sound.
The winds are here to fortify that this suffering remain,
she twists, she turns, she whirls and shes headed for the ground.
With one last breath she takes one last spin,
and lands unbroken as she had always been.
Before she catches enough air to realize what a fall she had endured,
a curious soul picks her up and tosses her into the air and her misery is ensured.
Again she twists , she turns , she whirls yet unbroken she lands.
Away from family, unspoken, confused in different sands.
She endures a hundred such journeys from here.
In the brevity of its flight, here is the beauty of her plight.
Despite the solitude ,she maintains her fortitude.
She carries without letting it out that in her she carries another soul.
A seed.
A seed that will give rise to forest.
With their canopy, the trees in the forests will not only live for themselves,
they will provide for, protect and shelter many more.
tiny beings, super beings, all beings.
Her fall was only a rise, upside down.
Oct 28, 2012
Oct 28, 2012 at 1:22 PM UTC
Solicitation
by Michael R. Burch
He comes to me out of the shadows, acknowledging
my presence with a tip of his hat, always the gentleman,
and his eyes are on my eyes like a snake’s on a bird’s—
quizzical, mesmerizing.
He ***** his head as though something he heard intrigues him
(though I hear nothing) and he smiles, amusing himself at my expense;
his words are full of desire and loathing, and though I hear,
he says nothing that I understand.
The moon shines—maniacal, queer—as he takes my hand and whispers
Our time has come . . . and so we stroll together along the docks
where the sea sends things that wriggle and crawl
scurrying under rocks and boards.
Moonlight in great floods washes his pale face as he stares unseeing
into my eyes. He sighs, and the sound crawls slithering down my spine,
and my blood seems to pause at his touch as he caresses my face.
He unfastens my dress till the white lace shows, and my neck is bared.
His teeth are long, yellow and hard. His face is bearded and haggard.
A wolf howls in the distance. There are no wolves in New York. I gasp.
My blood is a trickle his wet tongue embraces. My heart races madly.
He likes it like that.
Published by Dowton Abbey, Aesthetically Pleasing Vampires, Into the Unknown, Since Halloween is Coming, and Poetry Life & Times. Keywords: vampire, werewolf, supernatural, New York, gentleman, blood, neck, teeth, canines, wolves, desire, loathing, moon, snake, bird, mesmerizing, reptilian
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 11:31 PM UTC
I want you
the way the thunder wants to be heard
the way tears want to spill out from my eyes
after a heartrending death of a friend
the way words want to be spoken, written and read
I want you
to devour my entirety
'til I can no longer find my escape
'til my soul unfastens from my flesh
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 4:30 AM UTC
It is a cyclical motion
Bastards begetting ********
Who grow to regret the ******* that begat him.
Hot tears flow at midnight
Wishing that the ******* that begat him
Had prepared him for this single moment
The seat belt unfastens
A click and she's gone forever
As she disintegrates out of his headlights
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
Cyclone stars appear in the night sky
alongside circular lights abreast an amber moon
He quietly sits by the piano and plays
sending this heart of mine into a tailspin;
Aiming straight for my glass soul
he shatters every cruel reality and replaces it
with a soft fantasy of gold...
Pouring out a melody of love's solitary journey
he unlocks every door and window.
Unaware of the air that he breathes beside me,
this longing I hold unfastens, beneath a canopy of gold
I am suddenly shaken, re-arranged and changed forever.
Written by: Mystic Rose
Nov 12, 2023
Nov 12, 2023 at 6:53 PM UTC