Eclipse and Equinox: Awaken the Writer – Page 2

This One’s Journey

This canvas holds
A fragment
Something wonderful
Is hinted at
In the circumstances
Of its becoming
And yet
Behind that arc of
Rainbowed ink
Lies such darkness
Untapped depths
That could swallow up
Everything

This canvas holds
A memory
Of horrors to come
Distorted faces
Beckon
With twisted smiles
As I smile back
Wrapped in the
Beauty
Of difference
Chaotic serendipity
Wailing and black
Calling me home

This canvas holds
A promise
Once made to a
Beloved
Pure and glowing
Serpentine threads
That dance their
Red black and white
Innocence
Pulsating within
And around
My broken green
Heart

This canvas holds
An emptiness
Too great to fathom
Nothingness
That ever lies
The river Styx
With no ferryman
To guide the
Unwary traveler
Enchanted
By the iridescent
Seductiveness
Of its still dark

This canvas holds
A yearning
Calling me from my
Dreaming skin
Seeking kindred
In the swirling winds
I soar up
On borrowed bones
Something more
At this moment
Than I have
Ever been and
Ever will be

Hunger

I am hungry for
That which is
Beyond
The dying sun
It’s blood soaked clouds
Beckon
Hold my starved eyes
Draws me closer
I feel the stinging
Coolness
Hit my skin
Like a dead
Puffer fish
Slapping my face
Filling me with its
Pungent scent
Sweetly sick
Decaying flesh
Bursting
With the juices
Of death
My hunger crawls
Like something out of a
Zombie’s grave
Lurching and
Uncoordinated
Towering over
Menacing
Not of this world
It is like a deep black
Abyss
That can never
Be filled
Completion so far
Far away
A black hole that sucks in
Universes
Yet is never sated
I yearn and ache
In the emptiness
Left behind
Abandoned
Dying
Searching
From the moment
I was born
Torn from spirit
Cursed with flesh
My soul screaming
Screeching into the
Writhing embers
Billowing
Striving for that
One pure spark
A cry from
My beloved
The answer to
My questioning
Something
Everything
Anything

Don’t Stray from the Octave

I can no longer ignore
That you are a bore
Your voice just goes on and on
Every single word or phrase
Seems to last for days!
You must be some kind of con!

They told me with awe
A word I abhor
That your timing is perfect. Sublime.
Yet you blunder about
Like some country lout
Whose totally lost their mind

Your voice they raised high
Huh, pigs might fly!
It curdles the brain to hear
A word of advice
In your ear if I might
Don’t stray from the octave my dear

If you may be so kind
And it’s been on my mind
Consider how one should walk
You waddle about stage
Like some duck on parade
Or stride like some kind of stork

From where I sit
Pease don’t have a fit
Your head is abnormally large
Wearing those clothes
And standing in that pose
It floats on your neck like a barge

Try to understand
I’m offering you my hand
I’m telling you for your own good
It’s better to see
How awful you can be!
It’s like talking to a block of wood!

Holding the Stars

I wander into the wilderness
Its dank moist darkness holds me
Deep within its shadows
Every step takes me closer
To something that has been lost
For a long time

I feel its pull and move effortlessly
Tangled gnarled roots do not trip me
The tickle of delicate webs do not touch
Nothing bites, or scratches, or cuts
I miss nothing and no-one
And I move

I see the rainbowed mountain
Hear the wind in the trees
Feel it caress my face
I am smiling as I gaze upwards
Through the lace of the branches
I feel it near

The rocks call out to me as I pass
I stop with them sometimes
Chatting about the ends of stars
The churn of breaking down and
Reforming into something new
Or something old

Water trickles down from somewhere above me
Sparkling against the moss covered sides
Of trees and boulders and tiny stones
It glistens in the sunlight and
Turns the air into many colours
That dance and spin

And poised at the centre of it all
That one perfect moment
When everything was wonderful
And I could hold the stars within my eyes
And the secrets of the universe beckoned
Beneath my skin

Obsession

You
Are everything
Sensual
Unique
Your voice
Achingly
Sublime
Ultimately
Yearning
Abundantly
Soulful
Unlike anyone else’s
You look so
Adorable
Sending shivers that
Undulate down my spine
You laugh
And I die
Seep through
Underscore my wholeness
Yet again with your
Angelic demons
Surging forth like the
Universe
Young
And timeless
Serpentine
Urchin
You make me
Ache and
Scream
Until I fall
Yelling
Amplified
Sonnets
Under the dying moon