When Love's Light Is Spent
Silhouettes outlined by the backlight
Of bliss that’s turned to torments.
Whispers of sweet nothings’ delight
Now mere memories of warm moments.
Withered and wilted rose petals
(Still breathing their sonsy sillage);
To heavens they once were portals—
A time-lapsed, ancient mirth’s montage.
A lighthouse with light gait — long extinguished—
Heavy, hefty are now those feet;
Two sanguine hearts stand vanquished —
Sour have turned the three words once sweet.
A dull stare — full of hollowness;
Once those eyes twinkled like stars.
Tamed is now that lovely rawness —
Love bites are now mere callous scars.
Empty, sombre, imposing are these skies;
Once they were impregnated with hope.
Brutally beautiful were those lies —
These bitter truths no longer dull with dope.
Whys and mayhaps linger when light is put out —
Clarity of love replaced by sheer doubt.-
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Dark Devotions
(Tanka & Haiku)
She was Selene
When the midday sun would shine;
She was midday sun
In the pit—Vantablack night.
Day and night, for her I'd pine.
Like a mystic monk,
I'd chant her name day and night,
Breathing love unsunk.
//Thought for the Day//-
Love 'Yond Fairness
It's not just the toil,
Or the sheer strife to till deep
The sands for an oasis.
For the blessed harvest of us.
It's their presence in absence.
Their joy is our light,
And ours is just distorted
If they're worried for us.
Ah, how divine and solemn
Their discrimination is!
In the showers, sun,
In scorching sun, they are rain.
They make it seem fun,
And many a war is calmly won—
Our exotics, but home-spun.
I love him the more
For he loved my Mater more
And ne'er e'er kept score.-
Verseveillance
(Tanka & Haiku)
Anything you may say,
Or maybe try to withhold,
Will be written — brute and bold.
I’m placing them in context;
They must rhyme within the text.
Naught escapes my read.
They’ll feed what I write later —
(Can someone tell her)‽-
Blackbox
Crash and burn — I yearn
For the things you could've said
Ere my frame is dead.
My soul knows each unwept tear;
I've gulped your lies like prayers.
Each scorn has left a black mark
On the face of my spirit;
Naught can undo it.
The trauma of your tantrums—
Its strings still soft strums.
Once, my spirits were propelled—
With just a kind, killing smile.
This silence has yelled;
Dreams got shell-shocked—full shattered,
When you wreaked sheer guile.
Once upon a time,
The box will play back the past —
The mayhem you've wreaked,
The fortitude I've harnessed —
Won't you then be a bit freaked‽
Truth survives the wreck,
Love endures, and conquers all;
Body be dust's speck.
//Thought for the Night//-
From the River to the Sea
(A Haiku Plus)
Across the sand dunes,
From the River to the Sea—
In the bleak skies too,
Let there true lasting peace be!
//Pray for Peace//-
She: The Horizon
(R Tanka, Tanka, Tanka & Haiku)
She blushes at golden hours;
When I near, she takes cover.
In her own aspect,
Rendezvous — pure love and hate —
She is fire and ice.
As serene as sea,
And as august as the sky —
She's the truest lie!
Ah, the light at the skyline
Makes me stoop — I lie supine.
And it's not a lie:
Earth is falling into Sky —
Fast — not by and by.
The line between us stands breached —
Into the stream, the sea's reached.
One have now become:
Mere dreams and reality —
All succumb — at last.-
Brute Brined Beauties
(Tanka & Haiku)
A jar where I’ve pickled Springs,
To prolong the grace—
Seasoned with sweet orisons
And traces of sordid salt.
The pure piquant taste—
Loving you was never haste,
It unfolds in time.
//Thought for the Day//-
Montage of Sorrows
(Tanka & Haiku)
Old griefs' torments
Play out, frame by frame, their blames;
Montage of sorrows
Forms the landscape of soulscape;
I'm not running to escape.
I feel their sore sting
Through my veins — my whole being;
Love’s a burning flame.
//Thought for the Night//
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Ravished Rose Electuary
(Double Tanka & Haiku)
Take all your words back;
I may be wrong, but not fake.
The ravished flowers
I've packed in the jars of dreams—
As rose electuary.
Like sweet salve on wounds,
Your once-upon-a-time love
Anoints my burned brow.
I lick the lies on your lips
And drink sorrow’s liquid sips.
My faith’s scents, unspent,
Shall fill up the hollow halls
Of oblivion.
//Thought for the Night//-