DEATH OF DUSK

The sun resigns,
bleeds out the vestiges –
remnants of the day.

Exsanguination edges into twilight:
red-brown hangs;
upwards darkens:
blue-brown,
blue-black,
death-black,
disquiet – furtive,
like ghoul-ridden fog.

A sombre moon assumes its role,
gushing silver-white lymph upon the muted scape –
a prequel of supernatural undertones
to chill the scene,
ice the spine,
kill the brain –

we have unnerved the very firmament.

But now a shadow closing down the globe:
dinosaurian cloud shrouds the moon glaze,
claims the late hour –
declared in a dying crow caw.


I, the hidden owl
– nemesis of claustrophobic minds –
awake! for mammal flesh –
fresh, jerking out its warmth in dance of death.
Rock-still I perch in sculptured oneness
with my crooked night-tree,
emanating nocturnal allure.

Together we scowl
together we play the dark
upon the land and sky
and mind . . .



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dark dark dark dark night
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dark dark dark dark night
dark dark dark dark night dark dark dark dark night
dark dark dark dark night

MY LOVE MY MUSE

You…delectation of romance
Romantic Poetess
My Muse
Miss Romantica
~*~

I adore with pleasure
The vision of lover’s quench
Enticing my thoughts to you
~*~

I hunger for more temptations
Spilling wine and words
Where the perfumes of your musk lingers
I inhale your seductive essence
~*~

Through plumes of parchments pen
Enticed I fall to these exotic desires
Painting allurement’s thirst
Your voice dancing with mine
~*~

Oh your sweet nectarous passion
Whispering to my heart
This beautiful intimacy
Through your rose petal lips
Gently kissing all your persuasions
As I taste delicate blossoms in bloom

~*~
Your touch becomes me
Caressing my soul with beauty
My heart surrenders to you
My Love, My Muse

ECCENTRIC EXCITEMENT

I feel eccentric excitement
When I hear Literature
As if I dine with Zeus or Aphrodite
As I delight in poetry.

I feel eccentric excitement
When I read Literature
As if I run in poetic rhythms
As I internalize Villa or Cumming.

I feel eccentric excitement
When I recall Literature
As I witness the Fall of Troy
As I vividly see supernatural scenes.

I feel eccentric excitement
When I say Literature
As if the rising action unfolds
As my eyes curse the cold climax.

I feel eccentric excitement
When I discuss Literature
As if the day never ends
As I recast the wonders with words.