pathetic in every sense

i openly offered morosity a nod
showing her into my settling.
her eyes were melancholy in color and in sense.
she bluffed a shy smile
as to match my small intentions of optimism
as to grand me some deep-seated, antique wish.
spoken of little words, she ambled about the blank rooms
touching each wall that frowned in simplicity.
my visitor was delved in distance
wearing a coat that dressed her aloof.
the only syllables which she articulated
were ones that dealt solely on my starving self pity.
a single tear thus was embed in her pale cheek
as the reflection in such a fluid mirrored to be me.

the A.M. nightlight

a sleep-laden head makes its rest in the grass
as sharp whistling winds become her synonym for peace.
the distant howl of wolves add to the midnight soundtrack
while a deciduous tree scrapes the backdrop-sky
which underlays a cream colored moon: the A.M. nightlight.
beautiful blue eyes hide behind downward-brushed eyelids
as warm air leaves the nostrils
of the fairest creature under heaven's gaze.
her almond-brown hair lays serenely
over soft, green, grassy blades
uprising from cool-temperatured soils.
her overcoat being her dreaming head's pillow
and her nightgown lightly flowing
over her elegant body's formation
and all the while imagination contrives her dream...
a sun-washed beach with monotonous waves
yet calmly inviting her presence
to be playfully tossed about in the waters.
seagulls vociferate in the distance
making calls clearly heard for yards.
her dream and her reality compose a contrast
which remains nameless by my tongue.
i watch and continue watching
from within my clever mind's eye.
thus writes the story i will continue to pen in future events.

inside this daydream

the morning began to vociferate
in a significant tone similar to the psalmist sparrow.
within the forming syllables of poesy
the written word then takes place over speech and sound.
in and out of a feathery daydream
the intonation of cleansing winds
blusters in between trees and thoughts.
the widely referred to, the deeply proverbial
reverberates inside the walls of questioning and imagining
creating an intertwined quilt of confusion and credulity.
such things bloom in my mind and continue to do so
as i drift in out as dandelion seeds inside this daydream.

inscribed on the walls of transiency

a careful thread woven through an over laying fabric
is sincerely fabricated by the gentle hands of release.
the eyes of change open to the rising of a setting sun
as it is equally spilled along the horizon.
love is chapterized into volumes and series
but my reading and transcipting has come to a bitter end.
a soul as free as the transparent watery pearls
falling, cascading, trickling, drizzling from a chalky gray sky
meshing into the screen shielding my bedroom windows.
i see no harm in singularity, i see no pleasure in pressure.
i am choosing this means of living for my own good
for my own solemn benefit.
all pens are out of ink; all paper is filled; all ideas are shortened
to a small but significant thought process
inscribed on the walls of transiency.
by no means am i coming across as quixotic.
i have taken my current feelings from the words of wise men.
i will deal my cards as carefully as the handling of a wedding kiss.
i believe in change, i believe in transiency.
we all need a departure from comfort.

remnants of self absorbed nostalgia

abounding in feelings
one of which is my default i fail to decide.
a remnant on every object to pass me by
self absorbed in my heart
being stamped irate by the brand.
i make notes... little mental notes
in high hopes something intelligent will show.
nonsense and wasted penmanship spill.
concerned with writing the present correct.
i'm taking on tasks too big for such a one track mind.
words are quite a delicate gift we've been given.
fragile in the least
or maybe a bit more than fragile.
delicate, yes, but not fully fragile.
either way, manner or mindset, words are used.
powerful and delicate vibrations they are in fact.
but your words were always a carbon copy
and mine were genuine and brand new.
an unprecedented creation from my own lips.

life in the anatomy of a palette

color, vibrant color, illuminating each canvas it's applied to.
such a life, designed in the anatomy of a palette.
every area dabbed with its own unique shade
from the brilliant color spectrum.
her kiss was the color of genuine love
a soft reddish-pink heated with an honest passion.
relaxation, i believe, would be a deep blue
with the essence of an evening sky: cataclysmic and musing
(an evening sky being destructive
with the note that another boring day is at hand).
oh the color spectrum itself
is surely a discovery of sheer enticement
which sparks interest in any growing mind.
and perhaps logic and in-depth thinking
would be a brilliant green
similar to the jungles of Africa
or in a more-than-average dream.
sadness comes to me in dark, violet-like blues
swirled with a light shade of gray
taking on the appearance
of a thunder storm in late April, or maybe early May.
the whole-hearted emotion of excitement and happiness
displays itself in the humble shade of a greenish-yellow
the excitement being in the green
and happiness thriving in the yellow.
and anger, i am afraid, shows its hue in the fiery reds
like that of a morning sun, flaming and burning
in an almost pyrophoric rage
but momentarily cooled by the soothing voice of a dear friend.
these colors, these emotions, are only but a few to mention
as were carefully arranged.

the human desire

the wildy positioned grass
became a homely contour for her complimentary form
like maple leaves on water, like dry maple leaves on the water.
laying, gazing, musing, noticing creative shapes in the clouds
shapes that were brought into existence by imagination's sake.
her frame freely gave to the scenery
a charity distinctively shaded and hued in beauty.
the voices which she possessed were visceral and profound
a composition of unablative melodies
nothing saddening in sound.
every old thought became relumed
as she shed new light on mossy ideas
rekindling the sense of delving conversation and logical thinking.
a creature of flying nature drifted by followed by an arm extended.
reaching, protruding, a fixed alignment of perfect angle
in fact, a straight degree.
index finger stretched out to grace the legs of a butterfly
extension, progression, the beauty of nature cascades and collides
with the human desire to love, to experience life.