Upon a Gentle Evening

lake at sunset

Dark descends as sky extends her palms of candied pink;

Earth below reflects her glow in watercolour ink.

Flossy clouds in evening shrouds spin filaments of light;

Shadows stretch as ripples fetch the moon, and say goodnight.

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Cosmic Battle

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Night admits defeat,

Melts into forest shadows –

Broken by the Light

 

Unlikely Rays

bright sunflower

 

Golden hair is her halo –

lion’s mane, courage sprouting

from a heart enriched by dark

seeds sown on dark days in soil

black as pitch. Unlikely rays,

these; conceived where the sun won’t

shine, unwanted pregnancy

buried before birth, daring

to cling to more than it was

cracked up to be. Only Life

can mimic sunshine itself,

replicate such unbridled

nuclear energy, turn

the switch that kills Death dead,

lighting the way for us all.

 

Ingesting Light

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Born in the darkest of alleyways,

she was laid in a box, in rags,

the body which expelled her

too cavernous in its own need

to hear her starving heart

break. Abandonment gets

in your DNA, they say –

cripples the soul, twists

the bloom  – but deep calls

to deep, innocent

instinct spawned in

unholy soil.  She raises

her head to the sun,

ingesting Light.

Get Real

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She wants to get real.

Her thirst is a mirror,

reflecting a parched soul

to blind eyes; the more she

confesses, the more she

recognizes her hollowness.

Only Light can fill her now –

energy in rainbow-rays,

illumination to reveal

depravity. And seeing,

she knows that

she has been a dark

and empty thing,

a plastic flower

with no hope of fragrance.

So now,

at last,

she wants to get real.