The poets loom in textural weave transcends both place and time, as words become esoteric, stories sublime and fantasy a pathway to a sun’s heart. Each gloaming an ending, a new beginning as days and time ensue. The mind contrives, the soul exudes truths and glimpses to be reviewed in every phrase and passage turned, each and every idea earned from life’s endless gleaning. The poet’s eyes see beyond the assumed into worlds to be discovered, truths to be unwrapped and inspiration to be engendered. Hope you enjoy these offerings…
Beautiful Ludicrous Events
Tony DeLorger © 2019
Ludicrous sunsets protrude
from silhouette horizons,
fanned rays in golden hues
like stripes upon blue, fast descending
into nights stealthy coming,
infusing day’s eloquent silent fading,
woes and joys attuned now resting
in a gloaming muse.
Water shimmers like a tinsel pathway,
contrasted by stark affronts of darkness,
languid swells of calm perused
as a dying sun construes to impress
with memory’s halcyon intent,
and life exhales content as the moon
entreats with a slow-rise event,
its pallid countenance a lover’s tune.
The heart stills, woes washed from the day,
as cooling breath infuses calm,
and before the stars vie for sky’s breadth
and as clusters gather in diamond etchings,
the world transforms into an intoxicant flavour,
harbouring no malice or favour
as day slides below that line of demarcation
to find a new and exotic threshold.
Fear in the Room
Tony DeLorger © 2019
Fear circles a dimly lit room
in flailing erratic display,
downward spirals of gloom, so frantic,
and I feel it incumbent to walk alongside
to calm this enigmatic breach,
soothe the beast from panic.
Clouds of confusing grey gather,
utter lightning spike words
and thunderous claps of disdain,
like a brooding cap upon the frenzy,
trying to claim damage
before the affray.
Fear listens not to a sentient mind,
trying to find reason within vindictive time,
as fear in stoic paranoia bleats,
crimes already penned to complete the cycle
and release a demon oracle of doom,
spinning in a double-headed coin toss.
Unleashed, fear rides the storm,
a blurred figure upon a glorious steed,
galloping through hell’s sky manifested,
black and bruised the blue steeped in pain,
as rumbling voices ignore refrains of peace,
as only in freedom is fear appeased.