Rambling Thoughts

The Silent Forest

As my delirium takes hold I find myself all alone
With mute surprise I wander aimlessly through a silent forest
Grotesque spirits shrouded in shimmering haze hover in the distance
A cold shudder ripples over me with every breath I take
Then in front of me, a shining moonflower appears in full bloom
Its sweet scent fills my nostrils and transports me far away

Rambling thoughts pour forth into a murky unknown
Ivy clad memories tremble in solemn moonlight
Decaying moments are strewn everywhere in abstract abandon
Desires shriek as writhing shadows dance with licentious rhythm
And I am caught in a rhapsody of conflicting emotion
Tossed upon a sea of lost passion and forgotten dreams

Wave after wave of missed opportunities wash over me
In echo of a life torn asunder – times past thunder all around
Suddenly, stillness descends and a velvet blackness envelopes me
As the darkness takes hold I am alone again in the silent forest
Clouds have covered the sky, blinding moon and stars
A shiver runs through me as the moonflower silently closes

Copyright © 2015 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

The above poem was published in The Sirens Call June 2015.

silent forest

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Room of Secrets

Lost in her room of secrets
Knowing her weakness
Passions lurking in shadows
Searching for release

A reputation to maintain
Prim and proper
Debauched desires brewing
Needing to be tamed

Reaching out in the dark of night
Lust in sight
Waiting for a time to let go
For love to flow

Turning away from possibilities
As desires weep
Wondering if it’s hers to give
Or be taken away

Repressed by rejection and fear
And unsatisfied tears
Full of sadness as love fades
Lost in her room of secrets

Copyright © 2015 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

Room of Secrets

Where Time Stands Still

This week’s poem for Facebook Group: Poetry in Motion.

The Colour of Time

Every morning it’s the colours I see first
I look out my window and see this world
There’s no colour where time stands still
Without time there’s only back and white

You are the very first guest I have ever had
The very first since, well since time began
I sit here and watch the universe pass by
I love the colours and how they move

I have watched your world form from dust
I watched as life began to grow and spread
I was there when your species walked upright
Moved over the surface of this shinning world

I was there at the first glimmer of civilisation
At the Fall of Troy and the rise of Rome
I was with you in every war and every disaster
I have followed every plague and every scourge

Yes, I was there each and every time
I was also here protected from time
You doubt me; I see it in your eyes
You think I’m mad or you’re dreaming

I have often wondered what a dream looks like
But I assure you if this is a dream it is not yours
I see many questions forming in your mind
Sit down; we have all the time in the world

Yes sit down and we’ll have food and refreshments
Food prepared by finest chefs that have ever lived
The best wine prepared from ancient vineyards
I will be your host and answer all your questions

What is that? You want to know who I am
I beg your pardon, I’ve forgotten my manners
It is a new experience for me – having a guest
I’m Death Incarnate and I’ve claimed your soul

Copyright © 2015 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

The Colour of Time

Time Slips Away

Here is my poem for last weeks picture prompt for Facebook Group: Poetry in Motion.

The Glow of Limelight

A concrete tomb of memory surrounds
Thoughts and past life roams free here
The dancer stares into empty space
For the briefest moment time slips away

Fifty years ago, it seems forever now
On a lighted stage she showed them how
A Sleeping Beauty like none had ever seen
Soon to be destined for the silver screen

Movements made with delicate precision
Then a moment of doubt and indecision
A fragile mind that could not be controlled
Reckless terrors took their gripping hold

Lost in a pit of self loathing and destruction
When all cries for help meet with obstruction
Ending on a deserted road one dark rainy night
Never again to dance in the glow of limelight

Fifty years ago on a lighted stage she showed them how
Remembering aching limbs and flowing perspiration
With memories of applause she takes her final bow
Exit stage right, Sleeping Beauty dances forevermore

Copyright © 2015 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

The Glow of Limelight

Echoes Remain

The following poem was written for Debra Lane‘s Picture Challenge that she is hosting on her Blog Words Across the Ocean. To jump directly to all the poems for the challenge click on #PicturePromptChallenge. Below is my entry and below that is said picture.

Hollowed Out Dreams

Hovering between the sky and moon
Twilight lingers and becomes imprisoned
As dusty velvet curtains are pulled back
Revealing torment and darkness beyond

The theatre of a once vibrant life lies silent
Only echoes remain on the empty stage
An ever fading moon weeps into the mist
As shadows wander aimlessly in the gloom

Passions shelter in hollowed out dreams
Decaying desires lay strewn in the wings
A spectre of loss circles endlessly
Temptation and regret soaks the fabric of being

Waiting for the audience that never came
For the playwrights that forgot their lines
Once expectant eyes now stare back in reproach
Desolate and alone, longing for the final curtain call

Copyright © 2015 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved

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Once Vibrant

Sharing Stories

Cast out from time’s fickle ways
Currents have stilled
Silence envelops in its tight embrace
Thoughts and memories evaporate

Limestone, row upon row
Moss dripping down
Centuries old, weather worn
Chiselled words fade with time

Once vibrant and clear
Names now misplaced
All but forgotten and lost forever
Scribbled in a dusty register

The roaring cry of grief muffled
Light slips away
Sadness washed into the darkness
Stillness surrounds and comforts

Tears gathered in remembrance
Sharing stories
Inward feelings of loss suppressed
As a life is rejoiced

Copyright © 2015 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

Micro Poetry Times Five

Some things are meant to be
And some things never will be
It is the things lost in between
That make life worth living

Is this really the only rout?
Thoughts turning inside out
Memories always in doubt
Asking what is it all about
While trying not to shout

Sitting at the bottom of a glass
Swimming through lost time
Tasting passions flowing by
Imbibed thoughts wander still

Caught in this brief moment in time
Lost worlds collide, forming clarity
Fixed illusions dissipate into nothing
Words coalesce, framing perceptions

Awaken to bird song and sunlight
Eyes sticky with last night’s dreams
Soon washed away and forgotten
A morning like any other

Copyright © 2015 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

Passions Embraced

This week’s poem for the Facebook Group Poetry in Motion, a picture prompt (see below): 

A Journey of Awakening

Life lived in seclusion, a comfort of sorts
Moments lost forever but never forgotten
Lost in a wilderness of self doubt and fear
Born from rejection and feeding on pain

A heart broken and torn from a jilted love
Left standing alone, lost in bewilderment
Habit and rosary replace wedding finery
Life of devotion for many, never for self

Prayer and study fade into the distance
Thoughts longing for ungodly caresses
Memories surface and the body yearns
Hidden desires creep forth in the night

Alone, exploring mind and body freely
Repressed passions flow in the darkness
Unholy thoughts move into the daylight
Searching for that kindred spirit to share

Hushed voices begin a journey of awakening
Habits of old discarded as sacred oaths shed
New holy vows exchanged with a silent kiss
Secret desires freed and passions embraced

Darkness ebbs away as starlight fills their eyes
The sweet scent of flowers in bloom surrounds
Floating on a feeling of euphoria and calmness
Born in pain a life in seclusion blossoms again

Copyright © 2015 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

A Journey of Awakening

Images of Desire

A Mirror of Reality

Thoughts blur into reflection
Tears search rippled memories
Lost in a pool of indecision
Mirrored images of desire

Shadows whisper passions
Freed in momentary daydreams
Locked in darkness
Muted by hesitation

Moments of indecision
Fear and doubt combine
Feeding a hunger unsated
As loneliness takes hold

Inward reflections recede
Decisions made
Chances taken
A leap into the abyss

Thoughts reflect clarity
Memories fuel desires
Passions merge, coalesce
A mirror of inner reality

Copyright © 2015 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

A Mirror of Reality

The Enchanted Forest

The following poem was inspired by the photo below. Sarah Ward Smith (Twitter: @theodoremoo) sent me the photo and asked if I would write a poem about it. This is what happened…

Forgotten Tales

A gently breeze echoes through the enchanted forest
The moon and stars are muted with billowing clouds
And half remembered tales linger among silent trees
Their words trapped in darkness searching for home

As twilight falls excited voices erupt into the night
Chilled with fear as they wander aimlessly onward
Thoughts glimpsed in the distance just out of sight
Distorted views encircle as perception is narrowed

Imagination rustles the damp carpet of pine needles
Sadness and doubt circle as a low lying mist rolls in
Whispered words from lost fables breathe once more
Releasing tormented memories in a thunderous roar

A blood red cloak hangs, dripping with tears of rage
Discarded and unrecognized, a symbol of innocence
Anguished souls united in their struggle for freedom
Imprisoned in the enchanted forest by the rising sun

Copyright © 2015 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

Forgotten Tales