Ring

Treading
tingles with rose blush
Revealed: no tipping corset wielding,
Or semblance of blue romance,
This hard vein of vanity proudly small.

My semblance of passion, of mistake
Left by Lady Lore, not ever a miss;
Pursed lips, withdrawn further
Will empty just the same.

It was made to be there, thin promise,
Pursuing the notion (just slip it in)
To catch old Folly next door!
Such youth, we are reminded.

Epic?

Next challenge: 5000 lines of poetry in a month. EPIC! I hope I'll be able to finish. 163 lines of poetry a day is quite something. Maybe I'll change my mind against doing this after I finish Script Frenzy, which is in April. I wouldn't want to miss that, even if poetry mania sounds like fun too.

Center of the World

Lines of sand, threaded dust
Tangled where roots sink
Deeper and deeper,
The world upon itself.

Lines, filled upon landscape,
Light, net upon light;
All on vague seedy dreams:
Paris, Florence, Athens, Rome.

We’ll find ourselves again,
Falling, falling on this
Threadless sea, loose
Dreams bobbing down, back-
Again, up and running.

Somehow, I found the time to do this

There's always something to look forward to in life.

Insecurities

We hold the keys to our own chains,
These tendrils spread from our hands;
Carping words from our own mouths,
But courage, the heart expands!

These little battles we win each day
Coalesce into a war.
Pallid dreams of impervious nights
Evince, ask "what for"?

The preponderance, the impertinence,
The hegemony, hence,
The invectives, for each precious flaw
Are razed in their defense.

-PS: this was a vocabulary activity I had to do last year. Props to you if you knew all of these words in this context.

Impossible

There is another globe,
Another universe
Waiting on the dawn,
Mismatched highways
Threading the earth.

Someday, we'll free ourselves;
Endless cycle, unattached
To a dream; the next one
Still unopened, yet
Pulled furthest from the sky.

Dew

A mystery of life
Suspends upon the morning,
Then falls back to sky.