The ice slates are perilous, the icicles keen, chilling blasts of snow now cloud the scene, the woeful world robbed of all things green, speaking in whispers, what did she mean?
Category: Poetry
An Ode to Narcissus | Caravaggio | Ekphrasis Series
The word ekphrasis, or ecphrasis, comes from the Greek for the written description of a work of art. It is a vivid, often dramatic, verbal description of a visual work of art, either real or imagined. - WikipediaThis is the second poem in the Ekphrasis series of poetry. In the aforementioned series, I compose poems… Continue reading An Ode to Narcissus | Caravaggio | Ekphrasis Series
Aflame | Poetry
Does love damage and maim this way? Am I to sacrifice my blood and breath? Knowing full well that I cannot escape, with ribbons, you wrap the gift of death.
A Reverie | Lillien Series
This is the third poem in my Lillien series. The first can be found here and the second here. Cover pic: https://cz.pinterest.com/Ve9m_4h I hear the soft ruffling of flowing linen robes, long striding footsteps on the withered grass, awakening the deep longing in my torn heart, have my prayers brought Lillien here at last? Too… Continue reading A Reverie | Lillien Series
ImPerfect Love | The Tears of St. Peter by El Greco | Ekphrasis Series
When you kill the very thing you love, Often, there is a price to pay - Endless heartaches, sleepless nights, No words to utter when you pray
Unveil my Mysteries| Poetry
Before you remove my long flowing veil, And uncover the secrets that lie beneath, Be wary of the peril that lies ahead, As you face the demons under the sheath.
Changing Rhythms | Poetry
You spot the twinkle in my longing eyes, You feel the butterflies flutter their wings, We dance away throughout the night - To the sound of lutes and soothing strings.
In Her Eyes | Poetry
Hand in hand, we sail to the edge of the wide world; And into the deepest of still waters all worries toss.
Crowning Glory | Poetry
You fill the void in every paragraph - In my world's stage, you play all lives - A thousand deaths cannot strike you Like an ancient phoenix, you survive.
Dark Gothic | Poetry | Lillien Series
But this was no embrace like the romance of old days; Knowing there will be no happily ever afters to come, I succumbed to my fate and wait for judgement day; There is no salvation from what I have truly become.
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