to the river
open meadow land
bursts of color
yellow blue and red
to meet the sky above
billows of snow white clouds
drift above
they feel alive
fed by the warm sun
shining to us
close below
i walk to the alpine edge
in the distance
far away
like a green portal
leading home
past its invisible gates
i walk to its secret place
pollution noise
has not entered here
the plants are quiet
the birds and insects speak
in soft tones
i have entered
into a santuary
there are no prints
of human kind
but mine
erased
no broken branches
no bended bow of grass
no taint of scent
other than that of herb
no elixir exists
stronger than this
so able
to salve my soul
the waterfall has a soft voice
i am far below it’s height
along its river bank
upward slant
over rounded rocks and moss
i climb her steps
her voice emerges ever more
her force vibrates
wet forest turf
and hollow granite
under my tired feet
i am at her first footstool
here her voice is loudest
like thunder
plunging waters strike the rocks
deafens my hearing
cold sharp needles
of her roaring spray
strike my face
she cannot be subdued
melted snow
is her spirit
released
from pristine heights
she’s born
under her falls
i am baptized
...In a minute, she was gone.
Diving out of context
Just to snag
The promised
Ring...
...What would you then
Have thought of me?...
...What could have been
Your first instinct?...
...In a minute, she was
Gone.
...Like the dying scraps of
Dawn,
There were traces
That she'd left...
Miniscule clues
That were suspect.
I found what looked an
Answer...
...Turned out to be
Manifold!...
...Like a glass mosaic
Model,
I was dazzled by her
Code
Where the pieces
Snapped together
Forming one
Who was so fair...
...In a minute, she was
Gone!...
...Plucked right out of
Naked air...
Gone...
...Forever,
But remembered...
...In the waste bin
Of our hearts
Her face was like a
Beacon
That would
Retrieve us from
The dark.
©
2018
Bunny Villaire
His and Hers
She begs him to touch her name
with warm heart and whisper shadows,
looking deeply within her perceptions,
seeing the beauty deep inside,
skin confining his heart snugly,
melting like a sultry candle
dripping through her soul,
immersed drops of heated wax.
She dances with full abandon -
happy spinning and prancing,
unconditional love as she
shapes her face into joy,
watching the sunset falling
from her sight, wanting to
fasten the sun to her heart,
capturing dusk of love’s light.
But, he prepared to sneak away
as he sensed the emotions rising
in the dawn of sunrise, brushing
cobwebs of his resolve, hiding
in the shadows of sexual love
memories of hot sensual touching
promises of forever in passion heat
sense of fingers exciting and arousing
as she moistened his lips with her tongue
an explosion, a crescendo, unending lust -
but he wanted to be free in the morning
slinging getaway bag over his shoulder
a train riding the rails out of town
with him as sole passenger.
While she stands alone at the station,
commitment chugs off out of sight.
But she fears no more the heat of sun
joy awakened so she can go on without him,
future unfolding artistry of new blooms.
Waffles
In the morning, I sit at the table.
I stare at my plate.
I'm dizzy and unstable.
But I'll be perfect at this rate.
On my plate. Are Waffles.
My all time favorite.
But if I eat, I'll be fat and awful.
I can't eat, not even a bit.
"What's wrong honey?" My mother is worried.
"I'm just not hungry." I push the plate away.
" But you always eat waffles," she argues, her tone hurried.
Maybe I'll eat them. NO! I ate yesterday.
I looked in the mirror this morning.
Yuck. I am so fat.
The rain is pouring.
I need a bigger thigh gap.
I need to see two more ribs.
And some more of my collarbone.
The boys will soon be calling dibs.
When I am home alone.
How crazy to you I must sound.
I used to love me.
But I need to drop a couple more pounds.
Just under 117.
Just to make mom happy, I eat an apple.
Sneaking to the toilet I throw it up.
At lunch I tell my friends that breakfast made me full.
I wear baggy sweatshirts to cover myself up.
100 pounds. I need to lose more weight.
Stay focused! Pay attention!
Be thinner than my 14 yr old brother, Nate!
I need to achieve ultimate perfection.
A month later, I'm 89 pounds.
Stepping in the scale I think I need to lose just 2 more.
My looks at me and frowns. Marat focused. Your still a fat whore!
I'm in the hospital,
Waiting for the doctor while he makes his rounds.
I had had a fall.
They've fed me and I have gained six pounds.
95 pounds. 16 years.
I've brought myself to tears.
Did I think that by being this skinny I would be perfect?
That I would have all the boys respect?
I can't even walk now. I was perfect the way I was.
I was sick.
I am dying.
He saved me. That person.
Sam.
I love him.
He, Sam, my boyfriend of one month walks in my hospital room all prideful.
He holds out a plate of breakfast.
Waffles.
Monday Blues
Monday morning comes too fast
The weekend never seems to last
I wake and get out of bed
Stupid Monday, I feel dead
Into the shower, I now go
Fresh and clean from head to toe
Clean and dressed I go down the hall
Waffles and bacon, I eat it all
I grab my stuff and go out the door
Off to Starbucks where they pour
A coffee that will finally make
My tired eyes come full awake
I still yawn, I cannot stop
I drink my coffee, so I won’t drop
Coffee and yawns, these are the clues
That I have the Monday Blues.
The Extraction
In a suit tailored of multicolored cloth,
His unmasked presence prompted many to scoff
At the masquerade ball, where drink flowed in plenty.
Yet, with his pipe in hand, he won over many.
Politicians, they flocked, pores seeping petty lies
As each lyrical tune played heightened their pride.
Corruption and greed swirled in excess to the rhythm
As masks and inebriated stances blurred their vision.
Chasing tunes in staggered steps, they followed him out.
This colorful man, pipe in hand, held corruption en route
From the keep to the river, they stumbled in one by one.
The Pied Piper's sole pipe left to mark what he'd done.
Bloated bodies clogged the river, masked rats tossed about,
All, fear the Pied Piper lest he draw you out!
#poetry #horror #masquerade #piedpiper
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In an Effort to Seize The Minutes...All The Hours, and The Days...
My fingers trembled
And forsake me...
...Failing to do my
Fragile will.
...Raw flesh and
Bones
Are thrashed
Beneath the nearest
Underpass,
And there's uh
Anchor
'round my neck
That no one ever
Could foresee...
How close we come
To our demise
Every dying hour of
Our fragile lives!...
There is the artifice,
And Gods
That in vain
We fast invent
In our hurried,
Horrid ways
To kill the aching
Mad torment...
In an effort to seize
Minutes,
And the hours,
And the days
That we to stand here, naked
Waiting
For the miracle to raise
Itself from fertile soil
Where forever has
Been stashed...
...My fingers have forsaken me,
But still I ride the slippery
Sash
That separates both
Loose leaf worlds...
...As I so blatantly unfurl
The fleeting urge
To kill time yet...
...It seems too unsure
Now to fret...
...Now I am free of
Cruel dead weights
I can express
My gratitude.
©
2018
Bunny Villaire