Free to Wander

A number of weeks ago Jane Dougherty and I did what I like to call “dueling poetry” on Twitter. Where one person starts with a micro-poem or Haiku and another (or more) write follow up pieces. Loosely linked micro-poems (or Haiku) that can develop in ways one never imagined – each feeding off the words of the other. I have take a few bits of what I wrote, developed and with some rearranging and re-writing have come up with the following short dark poem. Do also take a look at Jane’s WordPress Blog for poetry and books.

Distorted Dreams

Despair walks alone in pouring rain
Guided by distorted dreams and pain
Searching evermore in shadows
Thirsting for the blood of those lost

Spirits free to wander in twilight
Bodies shed in a forgotten blight
Husks ploughed deep into furrows
Cast aside to feed the dark abyss

At Death’s door souls mingle
Forsakened messengers linger
Harpies sing a mournful lament
While banshees remain silent

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

The etching below is “Harpies in the infernal wood,” from Inferno XIII, by Gustave Doré, 1861.

Harpies in the infernal wood, from Inferno XIII, by Gustave Doré, 1861

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Micro Poetry Times Five – Three

Mid-morning thoughts float on by
Watching clouds part in a blue sky
Then back to the daily grind
As storm clouds gather in my mind

Droning hiss of pouring rain
Drip, drop from the kitchen sink
Discordant melodies merge
….stillness descends

Words of truth
Words of wisdom
Words unspoken
Silent words

Passing moments in time
Some brief, some linger
Others weigh heavy
Longing to be lifted
And pass on to better times

I can feel the heat of darkness burning
Consumed in the flames of desire
Lost in the light of an early dawn

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A Silhouette of Dreams

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

The Melody of Rain

With a minstrel’s heart she sings
Passions flow from knowing lips
Fingers caress with gentle touch
Caught in a silhouette of dreams

Moonlight moves toward slumber
Storm clouds choke morning light
Melody of rain mingles with music
And shadows dance in silver mists

In my minds eye over in an instant
But a lifetime felt on body and soul
Desires released and free to wander
A perfect moment of unending bliss

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The Melody of Rain

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

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The Glow of Limelight

Haiku Ten – Seven

Writing for many
Haiku in social circles
An undying art

Shadows on the screen
Living a nitrate daydream
Moments in darkness

Ruby lips entice
Smiling eyes pluck at heart strings
Beauty is timeless

Weary thoughts ignite
Forgotten memories burn
Dreaming in shadows

Lost in memories
Searching for hope in shadows
A dreamer awakes

Desires become one
And release hidden passions
Silence the darkness

Gentle thoughts caress
Distraction clouds my vision
Reflecting desires

Grey light surrounds me
Shadows fade into the night
Longing for your kiss

Early evening chill
A relentless rain pours down
Prelude to springtime

Not the Ides of March
About ole St Patrick’s Day
Time for a birthday

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Haiku Ten – Six

In a tight embrace
Lost in the rhythm of you
Takes my breath away

Twilight dreams awake
Mirrored shadows become light
Meaning in rhythm

Reflecting passion
A moment frozen in time
A lingering kiss

Thoughts preserved in ink
Words silent beneath covers
Worlds of wonder

Early morning light
The melody of shadows
Forgotten moments

Seeping through the cracks
Dreams awaken from slumber
Stardust in my eyes

Late night rendezvous
Shadows move into light
Silent passions flow

A heartbeat pauses
Fragmentary moments pass
Searching for the truth

Silent melodies
Twilight lingers in pale light
Darkness over takes

A gentle rain falls
Clouds part, sun shines, birds rejoice
Spring will soon be here

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A Mournful Lament

A Moment in Time

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

Lives once sure now become unstuck
Random thoughts compete for stability
Finding only certainty in the mundane
And order in the chaos left behind

Discarded memories search for comfort
Only to be flung into an abyss of despair
Torn apart by deceit, treachery and fear
Voices chant a mournful lament of shame

Tears flow in rhythm to the falling rain
Washed away, hidden from prying eyes
A practiced smile worn for everyday use
Hidden in this briefest moment in time

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A Moment in Time 2

Reflective Pools

A Stillness Echoes

A moonlit shower bursts overhead
Reflective pools collect memories
Shadows flicker as streetlights dim
Retreating into dark corners unseen

A weary traveller moves aimlessly
Thoughts blur into the silent haze
Time stretches with every footstep
A stillness echoes as ghosts linger

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A Stillness Echoes

April in Paris

This weeks poem for the Facebook Group Poetry in Motion. A picture prompt:

A Sweet Melody

With all the clichés and all the reasons for Paris
“April in Paris” strolls through my mind once again
The smell of blossoms rustles through my memories
As its sweet melody takes me back and so far away

Those sunny days walking together hand in hand
Spring in the air and a warm breeze in your hair
As April showers brought sweet kisses in the rain
And your smiling eyes saying all I wanted to hear

Time moves quickly now and so many memories fade
April and tea for two with you under swaying trees remains
Regrets build upon regrets with thoughts of you waiting
Expectant eyes scanning the crowd longing for my return

Searching through love songs for the perfect phrases
Reading lost intros and finding melodies we shared
Forgotten words come to life from memories of old
But none compare to the warm embrace of “April in Paris”

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The Chill and the Rain

That Silent Moment

You arrived with the late September rain
In misty moonlight, up on Mason’s Hill
Huddling close in an early autumn chill
As lightening strikes lit a darkened sky

Walking hand in hand down St Cuthbert’s Lane
Then over to the Park by the river
A cold north wind blew making us shiver
As I carved our names in the old oak tree

The years have come and gone sweet Mary Jane
It was us together sharing delights
Kisses in the rain and long summer nights
With that special look you have in your eye

The thought of ever loosing you gives me pain
The chill and the rain was where it began
When we met our love was never the plan
In that silent moment our hearts ran free

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