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

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

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

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

Memories You Once Had

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

Moments

Carefree school days
Long summer nights
Magical Christmas mornings
And becoming lost in a book
Are memories you once had

Excitement of your fist kiss
Followed by heartbreaks
Getting your first job
And moving out on your own
Are memories you once had

Finding the love of your life
Happiness on your wedding day
Making a home for both of you
And planning for the future
Are memories you once had

Holding your first born
Joy of her first steps
First day of school
And all those other “firsts”
Are memories you once had

Sleepless nights as she grew up
Full of pride on graduation day
Sadness when she left home
And tears on her wedding day
Are memories you once had

Delight in holding your grandson
Devastated when your parents passed away
Growing old surrounded by those you love
And the pain of loosing your beloved
Are memories you once had

Confused as past moments fade
Feeling scared and all alone
Familiar faces are now strangers
And you are no longer safe at home
….are memories you now have

Copyright © 2015 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved

Moments

Sleepless Nights

Clouds Linger

Lost in thought
Where does time go?
Searching for answers
Finding only questions
Leaving accusations behind
Forever in doubt

Looking toward the past
Hoping for a future
Trapped in between
With no where to go
From sleepless nights
Dreams are rekindled

Once choices were easy
Youthful days long ago
Energies ran free
Passions held firmly
Paths were clear
Now clouds linger

Weary but unbroken
Choices still remain
Fewer than before
But there nonetheless
Time to collect things forgotten
Before they’re gone forever

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

Clouds Linger

 

Haiku Ten – Eight

This haiku welcomes
Musical orchid delight
In verse melodies

Connections through time
Directing education
Emancipation

Words ignite desires
Passions flow beneath covers
Pleasures of reading

A spring flower blooms
Smiling eyes bursting with joy
Beauty in season

Reasons forgotten
Light dims with every heartbeat
Your touch haunts me still

Captured by your smile
Laughing eyes show me the way
Darkness never dawns

Questions surround me
Answers move into focus
Silence without tears

Laughter without tears
Silence without loneliness
Nothing without pain

Restless thoughts ramble
Shadows whisper endlessly
Silhouettes dancing

On a stormy night
An Old Dark House mystery
Imagination

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

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

Silhouetted Dreams

Corrupted Words

Silhouetted dreams frozen in moonlight
Shrouded in mist, forgotten and forsaken
Sullen and forlorn, yearning for release
Spiralling memories dance before my eyes

Desires locked in delicate disguise
Passions creep from knowing eyes
Whispered dreams escape in a kiss
As moistened lips part with a sigh

A gentle breeze stirs a silent twilight
Shadows fade into silvery moonlight
Rage burns in the early morning sun
Lost in a velvet darkness without you

Rousing thoughts long at rest in sadness
Tainted lives lost in a trail of inked tears
Sorrow pours forth in corrupted words
Breathe in experience, exhale imagination

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

Corrupted Words