Day Five: #WoPoWriMo - Snow Falling

     

The world was enthroned,

this morning,

on frost,

all distant things

forgotten,

and lost in depths of a late-winter charm;

in flakes

that fluttered,

then nestled, in arms, that promised

an elegant embrace. Softer than satin,

more delicate than lace, they settled

as eyes, on a beloved

face, dusted a branch

with Aphrodite’s grace and sweet sugar,

in the early, half-light. The only senses,

required

were unblemished sight,

and the ability

to rapturously feel, as feathered fingers

did silently steal

the caresses of a fond, crystal glaze.

Ice-fairies happily bathed, in lagoons

that warmed

on a palm upturned,

each was unique, and blessed with pearls,

and diamonds,

of inimitable kind, as the darkness gave way

to desolate beauty,

and the soaring of an engaged mind.

    

Day Four: #WoPoWriMo - A Waking Heart String

 

The sky was still sleeping, when your

heartstrings were woken,

long had they slumbered, both lost and out

spoken, of their days

in sweet,

silent ways. The sun

had not yet cast

her gaze upon the edges

of the dawning world.

Grey-tinged, remained

the dips and curves

of season-less lands

beyond the bedroom panes;

orange and mauve, crept, in vain,

along the fringes of leaves

and light-hungry blades, who would blindly

steal them

for keeping;

…and I held tight

to your ghost-cold hand – wake up,

you were only dreaming. 

    

Day Three: #WoPoWriMo - Train-Lights

      

Blind train-lights loom

as the frigid,

night’s mist,

comes curling, and caressing

around me,

embracing like arms, or vines,

round a pine tree;

cool and fragile,

as tender,

blown glass;

and a forest, of stark,

strip-lights,

flicker,

to the sound  

of an imagined,

crash.

Nothing’s given over;

nothing asked,

but the stars

all glitter

in response.

The brightest holds out

his beams to me

and requests

my hand

to dance.

Amidst the evening,

we whirl, entranced,

and then stopping,

hold on,

and stand.

Head to head,

eye to eye,

the night offers me

kisses, and heavy 
sighs, as he beseeches,

‘only stay’.

I glance up,

at the squealing train,

and I turn away;

more inclined, 

ever,

to remain, 

here, in his peaceful

arms.

The silent night, 
and I, 
walk home together;

our serenity a soothing balm.      

   

Day Two: #WoPoWriMo - They Came to Cut the Trees Today

    

They came to cut the trees back

today,

slowly chopping, and sawing;

gently hacking

away; at my memories

of golden

summer days.

The creaking of wood screamed,

and splintered

my gaze, from the window

of the room

with a view.

All the branches they considered,

too long and too low, 

severed in sweet morning’s

serenity. Buzzing monster

offered no indemnity, and with them

crashed down,

all my youthful eternity,

in the knowledge

of time,

they would take,

to re-grow.

Gone, the bow,

where a childhood once sat.

Gone, all those green-dreams, so idly

cast, to the clouds,

through tangled rooftops,

and the heat-bleached leaves.

Gone, something simple,

innocent,

beautiful,

the day they came

to cut

the trees.      

     

Day One: #WoPoWriMo - Driver

 
A thousand red tails lights,
and a bread crumb trail,
illuminate the finer points
of minor
details;
they ask me to name it
and the truth is
unveiled: suddenly everything,
(yet nothing)
all at once.

That finer point is surprisingly blunt,
and earnestly vague,
in ever the coldest,
most winter-light
of days, and they pass
in the same,
old-mournful ways, as all the things
you choose,
not to hear,
or see.

And in the darkness,
the break lights,
light up
only me, and all the secrets
I still long to disguise;
as I place my tired  hands
on the spinning wheel of life,
and close my blind-weary eyes...

...waiting now,
for the signal to change,
and someone else
to drive.