Wyvern Memoirs…..

Of a deep, earthy, burgundy hue

his leather-bound, scarred, injured journal

veers majestically apace

lonely star-speckled beach pebbles

all inescapably dormant

each positioned adoringly

upon his star polished driftwood nightstand

 

He sleeps, aside…..

A weathered, comfortable, familiar

reflectively golden feathered Quill

mystically engineered of

silver edged vane

rainbow tinted rachis

emerald carved barb

thundercloud laced afterfeather

achingly hollow calamus…..

Quill mutely rests upon

the tattooed barrier blockading his scribbled memoirs

 

What Wyvern soars employing such resplendent armour?

Rests upon? Nay!

 

Quill passionately clasps and guards

the now dormant scratchings contained within

Quill patiently strokes his etched chronology

swaying in rhyme with the whispering breeze

which sensually enters through an adjacent oriel

 

All contestants, coolly urging him to

…..write

release your annals, encore

…..write

allow Nib and Papyrus to embrace

…..write

let loose your imaginings

…..write

abandon shyness

…..write

Let her know…..

…..write

 

He stirs…..

When provoked sufficiently,

His torrid script burns amidst concupiscent entwinings

 

Quill longs to swirl indecently

captured within an azure drenched inkwell

Nib and Papyrus adhere

contained within their mirrored strokes of passion

touching only to conceive a trailing wake of memories…..

madness        sensuous             tenuous         tender

   chaotic             pulsating           fearful          lustful

 

His past essence

His emotional legacy

He…..wakes

 

Quill, sans zephyr

trembles with potent pleasure

Nib and Papyrus, in tense with direction

shiver with azure anticipation

 

He craves clarity from distant echoes

He desires closure from mirrored confusion

He seeks release from her stoic silence

 

He cradles Quill

 

A shout of wind accelerates his journal

parting the excited blank codex within

He immerses Quill in moist azure mercury…..

and

He…..

…..writes

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Traveller’s Aubade

Moonlight and starbeams

nod reluctantly

patiently enduring their early mourning retreat

reflecting torridly

upon their contempo journal entries……

Unique motes of cosmic brilliance

eternally grateful

even, satisfied

to have

engraved their passionate lyrics

upon the living texture of…..

Traveller

 

Triumphant morning light

bursts spontaneously

from the parturition of morn

sprinting furiously headlong

craving their newly apportioned

instances of time and space

upon the living tapestry of…..

Traveller

 

Their nightly impatience

offset by daily victory

conquering an infinity of translucent milky glow

now in abeyance and adrift of gravity

 

He covets succor from invisible debris

cast off from an eternally overhead

nocturnal stellar rainbow

Traveller

 

Traveller, arms akimbo

positioned stolidly

whilst

stoically facing the birth of dawn

 

His now growing, expectant smile

radiates in tandem with the emerging sunrise

 

Effortlessly, patiently, lovingly…..

first his left arm

then his right

Traveller extends and offers

his naked palms and bare forearms

each, as a willing canvas

mirroring the eastern born Sol

 

Aeaeae artes

 

Fatidic scars….. surface

conceived by the newborn aurora

painlessly inscribe

radiant symbols

sublime diagrams

ancient words

whilst dancing randomly

upon his now pulsing forearms

and then ….. all scratchings levitate

level

balanced

harmonious

with his own

ocean blue eyes

 

Traveller …. Reads!

 

Of Futures not yet

…..that rhyme with chromas of nebulae

Of Pasts that should have been

…..that purr with exploding novae

Of Presents that might yet occur

…..that pause with the hue of possibility

 

Traveller prescinds

…..each and every

one and all…..

…..quotidian souls…..

he has ever encountered

 

And is again engulfed

with gratitude and love

 

Traveller’s dawning words

sung solo

have always been….

 

“Thank you”

Traveller

Shoulders square, head imperceptibly tilted

eyes open and targeted asea

Traveller patiently endures the abstracted, infinite horizon

jocosely mirroring his angled, wry smile

Atop his burnished driftwood throne

Traveller is a single audience to

rhythmic tides dancing with dappled timber

to and fro

synchronizing with his casually swinging legs

and

more earnestly

his unyieldingly pounding heart

Hardly, a stubborn heartbeat

Moreso, a consistent heartbeat

Abruptly launching himself from stasis

Traveller capers youthfully

from stone to slippery stone…..

With each forward bound

he does not notice

fleeting prismatic anklets of expanding supernovae

anchoring him safely to this beach

Traveller senses

should he tarry

in excess

this would inevitably

court heartbreak ….. anon

Insistent sea spume momentarily outlines

each location where Traveller has strode

Which is more important to Traveller?

The direction of pace

or the solidity of place?

He needs travel so slow

He needs travel solo

for now…..

Antipodal heartbeats

each taking steps closer

battling incongruous unison

each taking steps further away

Whom awaits for ……

Traveller?

Her Wisp Hers

A disparate, empty, moonless night

couples with

an insensitive, smothering, emulous mist

to

subdue the weary, disconsolate, heartbroken

Traveller

 

Leviathan driftwood, itself,

sea polished, fog drenched,

jestingly carved as a Dragon,

serves as his evanescent throne

 

Here reigns his broken heart

 

Eyelids clenched so tight

his tears permitted to emerge only as icy mist

 

Why must he always slip on the smoothest, roundest, most perfect stones on the beach?

 

Her breath

Her warmth

Her whispers

now but cruelly severed anamneses

 

Each, and more

shattered by the thrumming silence of the still tidal water

 

”Neath a moonless night

‘Neath a weighty fog

‘Neath clenched eyelids

On a smooth, slippery stoned beach

Littered with magnificent driftwood Dragon Thrones

Lies the broken heart of a Traveller

 

He needs breathe

but is unable to inhale

 

 

Journeying….. ‘tween perfection and clarity

Haven’t we all attempted to…..

Pursue a curious wraith
bottle a shifting shadow
enfold a blazing colour
embrace a deepening fog

All during weak moments of ….. clarity

Clarity is simply a brief
random illusion
optics ….. only

Accurate
Precise
Measurable

but

free of meaning
wanting of significance
lacking in passion

Awarded the right light
the right instance
the right rhythm
the right ….. words …..

I patiently dare for
intense moments of perfection
that overwhelm enduring clarity

Six moments of perfection are mine

Far more than I deserve…..
Far more than gratitude conveys…..

Journeying…..
‘tween perfection and clarity

Cherishing silently

Exquisitely elusive
junctures of certainty

Forever coalescing
‘tween perfection and clarity

…..of the very little I am certain of
This I am MOST certain of….

Two hearts, will beat in rhythm
True heartbeats, will conceive rhythm

Two hearts, cautiously embrangled
True heartbeats, eternally entangled

Fate slyly taps her toes
to the rapturous whirrings of
Two True Heartbeats

Two eternally …..entangled….. eternally Two

∞ Quantum Temptress ∞

Ah, but She is my bewildering temptress!

Solely, for me?

I now wonder, aloud…..

I now wander, alone…..

Soulfully, for me?

Dare I delay…..

…..dare I desire

Skirring amongst my alembicated longings

as easily as fog over glass

Her moist balance endures

…..and I am

…..trapped…..

teetering with passion!

Knowingly, would I risk…..

….utter devastation

again…..?

DAMN this serendipitous shyness!

She IS my bewildering temptress!

Staggering with realization

I ….accede….

willingly

eagerly

emphatically

to my acquiescent future…..

Ciúnas of Sin

Dormant is she

attended only by her

chillingly promiscuous pace

Vituperative rage

scalds her senses…..

isolating her

…..hatred

saturating her

…..jealousy

monopolizing her

…..impregnable fear

ALL vying for dominance

and ultimately

her self-destruction

Self-loving

Self-loathing

Selfish living

Selfish leaving

An armament of silence

escorts her pulse-less heartbeat

whilst she

traverses the invisible crevasse

of his banished love

She will plummet

She is plummeting

…..and yet still

purposefully evades him…..

Let it go…..

…..Let ME go