Elder States

Polluted tadpole

Cracked and distilled

Jupiter’s child upon

Rings of clay

                  Cantankerous curmudgeonly

                  Broken, record scratches back at

                  The muse.

                  All the while,

                  The repetition reminds us of

                                             Gyrations affixed

                                             Upon sticks of lunar might be

                                             Ribbons of deranged hypotheses

Of forgiveness

Alone, a light

To match, the strike

Of promiscuity away,

From Ecclesiastic rage—where shadows

Meant for the naïve, those wanderers unattended to,

Not intended for, beacon the wayward star-struck, structures

Divulged of both ether and fidelity

So sad, at this, twilit, late stage of night

Where pine promotes its eternal scents,

And the odor of stagnancy,

Fragrances prophetic foreshadow

Wafting amongst unsympathetic heirs

…And the sound, it sounds a little less familiar,

Than how it ought to, as the timeline trails.

Another Tuesday, Another Open Link Night. I Love Tuesdays and if you enjoy poetry you should too.  Head on over to D'Verse, check out some great poetry and share one of your own.  The Pub opens at 3.

          

Raindrop

Had some other things to do today, so I took a poem I had done a long, long while back and remixed it so to speak, changing a few words, structuring it a little and adding in a bit of projective verse.  Am working on some new pieces as well, and am planning on getting around to catch up on all the sites I've been not able to visit the past few days.  Anyhow.

Rain keeps dropping

at my feet,

feet,

feet

I look up

To the grey cloaked sky

and watch the drops fall

and watch the drops fall d

                                             o

                                                      w

                                                               n

The grass fills

Its thirst is quenched

The water pools on the pavement

Into cracks

it seeps

seeps

seeps

I hear the sounds

From below

So down stairs I do go

Flip on the lights

Flip that switch

And watch

As all things stored

Are    f        l        o       a       t        I        n       g by

I’m soon joined

By a concerned pair

Of eyes

No purring

As he meows

As his bathroom dr If ts slowly by

I put on my coat

And head on out

To the car I will go

But first

Raindrops

Keep f       

         A

         L

         L

         I

         N

         G at my feet

                           Feet

                                    feet                 

Projected Cat

A                                                                                                A

Cat                                                                                         Cat

Is an                                                                                   Is an

Animal                                                                             Animal

That purrs                                                                    that purrs

When happy                                                               when happy

Meows its hellos, loves because it knows not else so it meows a hellos

Historically presented as this nocturnal fiend, bonded to the hands of

Witches and the mentally deranged, yet cats can be very good friends

Slight they might.                  It’s just their way.                The way of

Their kind, love to                 them is truly blind               sometimes

They just have trouble showing exactly how much the depths of their

Loving goes.  They cannot pretend, they run away to return, announce

Their entrance with pride and                 mirth, beckoning their love

In ways other animals wouldn’t        think, ramming their heads into

Your leg, scratching their claws upon your bed, not intending to harm

You or your things, they are simply content to live with thee.  Cats are

Friends you’ll love to hold, friends who retract their claws when in your

Arms, yet when fear                                        strikes them off guard

Unfortunately your arm                                         might feel their hold, it

Stings for time until the alcohol shelters you.  But it must be spoke

That cats are not intending to harm you, in fact they will return from

Underneath the couch, rub between your seated legs, do a few laps of

This before the jump into the lap of you, purring so loud that you feel nothing ill of the long red scratch upon your arm, the purr makes you

Feel com




Well, this didn't actually come out the way I had initially intended, but nonetheless I'll share it regardless.

The Desperate Below

Severance

        

From what you love

Severed

Heart from head

Isolated

Reconciliation will be difficult

As distorted voices RISE

Too many nuances

WrappedinoneenonidepparW

Cyclically returning to the painful remembrance

Of the pain you caused

Variables Shfinitg

Reversing htrae

Y o u d I s t a n c e y o u r s e l f f r o m t h e g r a v e

Trading soul for solace

Albeit temporarily

Never reading:  I knew you wouldn’t

You’ve always skimmed-it’s what you’ve always done

Mi  ing pieces, forgetng the print so fine

Angst remains once the glowing luster loses shine

Forever, for what you’ve done

To unrest in the place you will go

Forever pining-again and more

Forever returning to the days before

Clinging to the happy thoughts

As their pages burn then are lost

The desperate below

Warmly welcomes you

Relapsing away from

Cracks of steel

                  Shimmer white do the walls

Plastic revelations, reveal a twist of mind,   feel

Alive, that very moment, best you’ve felt----injected

&       Here it is, once again, once again           Now comes

A Reckoning   hour  I won’t recall, as who am I grows small

Fact or dreaming                       inflicted by

The         Flash*********Words            appeal

Bulb bright- bulb red

Jointlyventured

C r a c k l e

         C R A C K L E  L O U D

                  Spin(nips)(pins)(ipns)(ispn) SPIN

A

                  Rounding

Out     An Arial,   from crac ks you enLARGED

          With      1^st         gaze

                Inside 

                   &

Out                                            side