Category: Poetry

Renewal.

Renewal

Reveries
grounded in clouds
swayed by zephyr’s whims
she is a lily bulb in the dust
redolent of fated blooms-
her longing a master
to the morning sun
in the vineyards
of En Gedi.

She.

Beauty
weaved from
gossamer threads.
Passions florid
fed by
flames.
Strength
of diamonds-
loveliness undying.
You are a woman, exquisite.

To Let Go.

Despair.
Asphyxiated by the device
meant to grant you life
you pleaded to be released.
Lines running
through your veins
fighting to give you strength-
they only imprisoned you…

Sanctum.

From

waning buds

to fragrant blooms

withered blossoms

now renewed

amethyst petals

lace the ground…

Your words are

a ballad to

the

soul.

Canvas.

Imprisoned
to the depths
of turbid waters
long submerged
is the weight of
a bruised heart
its flesh marred
by the beating
of a tide’s unrest.

Numbed
are her fists upon
splintered walls
the scarlet flow
of secrets divulged
onto a tapestry-
a living portrait
unveiled
for all to see.

Crossroads.

Standing before the haze
beckoned by the lull
of a path familiar
an alkaline warmth
of regrets relinquished
of a naivete stripped
of moments dimmed
to budding flames
and conquered fears.
Swathed by memories,
to familiar grounds
she longs to return.

Standing before a precipice
caressed by a breeze
laced with mist
its etheric kiss
a betrayal to the
trepidation within-
a reminder of
today’s treasures
tomorrow’s storms
and eternity’s promise.
Shed of leaden sheath,
she lifts her wings
and departs.

Healer.

Poured out upon humanity…

Deliverance.

Caressed
by the hush
of a wayward tear
emerged
from flames
that once
scalded her eyes
is an innocence lost
a wistfulness retained
a longing diffused
within the brine
of memories.

Weighted
like the dew
upon a thorn
to the force
of an ethereal call
she surrenders.
With strengthened hope
through moistened gaze
down meandered path
she searches
until finally
upon her lips
does she taste
the bittersweetness
of her deliverance.

Symphony.

Curtains raised
upon this stage
lifted shadows
one new day.
Encores played
familiar piece
kindred players
different key.
Life’s gavotte
a gleeful tune
every third beat
ends all too soon.

So what is left
now but to live
moments to take
and those to give.
To learn to love
and risk to lose
each turn a jewel
the heart will prove.
So let us grow
as rhythms flow
this one new day
for us to know.

Metamorphosis.

Swathed
within the confines
of her tendrils
Cocooned
by the veins
of trepidation
the constraint
of knowledge
of an image
of that which
she was meant to be.

Achingly
she fights
sinews stretched
tendons taut
‘tween flesh and bone
Shattered
is her strength
Dissolved
are her fears
and the form
she once knew.
She awakens.

With wings spread, she flies away…

…and does not look back.

Redemption.

Like a dove in the cleft of rocks
tranquilly enveloped
suffocated
with a slumber
assuaged by silence
beneath the breath
of crescent glow.
Catch her
Save her
Treasure her
you whom her soul desires
and let her be freed.

Restored.

Immortalized
within counterfeit fibers
of a petrified forest
are your sorrows
weighed with silt,
swallowed by shadows
of its own valley,
silenced beneath
the porcelain surface
of a visage pristine.

Banish them.
Let your tears cathartic
burn these cheeks of mine.
Scour them with scars
of an ancient past
of an ache relived.
Let me bear the dusk
until from the womb,
emerged pure as
the morning dew,
is our love renewed.