PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

asunder swings a musket

as certain battlements of life

make their way to the stage

theater is a beautiful plague

for the senses unleashed

a safe way to feel and

for another bleed

cleansing personal wounds

of self as you do so

I loom great too often

in my own tower dark

I stumble for the torches

grieve bitter for the mark

act three, scene two

was my swan song

landing me in a vacuum

of between life steps

hummingbirds

lotus blossoms

medieval forests

and purple mountains
layers to wonder
they all became
spilling from paintings
into my poet's head
butterflies fly to be
life's butter
that soft, sweet substance
that makes living better
breath to nature
is like 'Journaling Jaguars'
withholding from the world
the true wonder that you behold..............
(May 9, 2014 620pm)