May2014

Mossed Ballroom

Amongst our dimly lit soirée We reveled in sampled gloom Murky drays topple on the way Whilst we breathed such dreadéd fume A ball of crystal, we’d assume Saw the tragedy in gray Prepared the tools in the next room Had we known drays to sway But came the wagon…

Crystal Cake

There was a wonderful chime in the air that morning. Unlike the ordinarily heavy tolls, the sing-song voice of the bells complimented the choir; the quiet chatter of the townsfolk below refreshed the early day experience like orange juice to toast. All seemed dandy. It was, after all, her coming…

The Sylvan Shadow

++++++++++A low fog swam around the fullness of the autumn trees. Its thickness, perhaps rivaled by only the trees themselves, shrouded the sky’s color from sight. Was it morning? She doubted it. There was something else hiding in the shadows, and for a split moment, she praised the fog’s obscurity….

Egoistical Rain Boots

She wore rain boots to school that day. In the solemnity reserved only for the marching victorious dead, she trotted past the silver gates of Dawnbrook Academy. She recycled herself in a perpetual mood—one that would never end like dividing ten by three over and over again. There was no…

The Painting

++++++++++The drone of silence leveled the room’s high peaks. Though the ceiling itself was not particularly tall, its open space ominously emphasized its innate void. We sat in active concentration, trying desperately to mount the silence — even if an inch higher — but nevertheless, fell inevitable victims to imitation….

November

Past the warm spring music And into fall cornet I stand so deathly still And wait for autumn’s threat As green bleeds from trees And flowers drain their rosette My gaze shifts to follow The verdure’s solemn set Fallen colors ascend slowly Due the frigid wind’s abet ‘Mindful of blooming…

May

Winds sing their mellow song New leaves splendor with fay Apple blossoms deem it true- There be no better day Petals drift in the cool breeze Light orchids tilt and pray Along the dainty daisy wall Birds find solace in play The sun shines like no other Flowers dance their…

Ambivalence (ABC Poem)

Ponderous sorrows blacken my day, while Quicksilver thoughts upset my mental ease Runaway emotions, I’d love betray So I’d lastly rest with sorrows appeased But drenched in such heartfelt agony Agony birthed from mindless love for thee Backed into corners with dust and gray, my Contrived happiness remains ever so…

The Red Mountain of Fire

+++++++++++++Black smog rose in the land for the first time. It had always been frozen, this arctic plain, so nothing could ever burn. But, at noon’s peak, a little boy notified his parents who then notified the village of the strange occurrence. +++++++++++++“What do you make of it?” one man…

The Sorrowfeed Flower

There is a shade of purple in this flower near winter’s start that tempts you grieve all that you have lost and all that you will lose. To have seen this flower would mean you are not immune to season’s cold wrath, and that, despite all your troubles and efforts—for…

The Sanguinity Flower

We had stumbled along the littered path before we found the flower. Scarlet, it burned against the drab of the fallen leaves, setting all the browns on fire, igniting all the oranges and yellows in vermeil. Our eyes were consumed in its flame as it trickled its hue down its…

Talk: The Flower Trilogy

All three pieces deal with an angelic belle who has decided to stay with a mortal, angering the gods. Each piece deals specifically with one of the three core negative emotions: malice (winterbite), sorrow (sorrowfeed), and wrath (sanguinity). In every piece, the god punishes the belle for disgracing their divine…

The Winterbite Flower

The superstitious knew of our disbelief. I suppose it made sense—their silence when asked—that they refuted ever seeing such a color before. We wouldn’t bother to listen, so why should they bother to tell? Seeing such a color before… oh my. Winter’s silent set prompts a cold environment, but this…

The Candy Store

My local candy store never sold happiness Never wrapped nor bottled for the window dress And while children waltzed by in empty bliss An emptier window displayed quite-ly amiss I had not a privilege of store-bought commodity And thus yearned happiness in all my despondency For while it slowly trickled…