#poeticverse

[eyelesscat]

“And she would touch me like she was leafing through a book - getting deeper and deeper into my skin.”

[random-thoughts24-7]

An Illusion

Each time you appear,

I try to hold on

Tightly to the illusion,

Right before my eyes

But you are always still but an illusion,

Always feeling too real

So the faster you appear,

The quicker you disappear

A mirage, an illusion,

Nothing more than that

But deep in my heart,

I still wish otherwise...

[lostpostcardclub]

Postcard #6 Imogen Lusts.

“Meet me where strangers find lovers. Where lovers quench the lust for longing. Where vagabonds owe allegiance. Ive grown weary of frivolous devotion. Still I remain weak with desire. Nurture the supple rind of my inhibition. That I spread out for you. That I have become so clever at contorting.

Displayed as weakness, disguised as strength. Parched and yearning. You hydrate the dormant seed of indulgence deep within me. In thrilling reverie, you draw from memory.

Trace every bend.

Frame every fold.

Iron every pleat.

My heart beats faster and my breath escapes slow. Weightlessly expanding. I call out for eternal revelry. You embrace my enthusiasm with strength and vigor.

Lay heavy and nearly still on me now.

The weight and warmth of your skin consumes me until the grip of endurance runs free.

Fleetingly merged.

Don’t move.

Just stay here.

Suspended in oblivion, cloaked in serenity. Rest your head next to mine for awhile.

For the sun will rise. And morning will come.

And you will become a stranger once again”

[lostpostcardclub]

Postcard #23

Imogen Crystallizes

Glitter, glare. Soft focus. Swallowing air and vast landscapes of surface. Beyond our sky of the Rippled Kind.

Blessed with patience as they unwind. Mysterious spheres of why and temptation. Gossip from the pueblo seeings. An ancient nation of contemplative space-beings.

Torn from the pond, born into distortion. Oceanic forces beyond the freeings. A fusion of tug and a powerful pull. Towers of green and babbling flowers.

Pinnacles seen at the heights of healing. Just one bite for a trip through the ceiling. Feelings of bitter love with a cynical core. I am bound for above. Is this after life or before? Death of the current, breath of the more. A wide open door of universal sensation expanding all norms.

I am in observation of and by two forms. In the grips of disguise. Prisms of atmospheric minerals clouding my eyes. Innocent faith. Fate, ache and no stance. Crystal day-dreams of teenage romance. An elemental glance, exponential in size. New dance of no water, the stillness in skies.

Face to face with eventual, existential demise.

[lostpostcardclub]

Postcard #22

Imogen Visits

lashed together - once alone

crackling radiance

transformed into your shelter

[lostpostcardclub]

Postcard #21

Imogen Dissolves

And you showed me what it’s like

To be everywhere at once

Yet nowhere to be found

[lostpostcardclub]

Postcard #20

Imogen Reflects

Reaching thru bars of cold steel

Pressed on through softness until all that you feel

Is the pull that remains when you wrestle with pain

Carried away on the wings, known by all living things

A message rings true, it minds not the brain

Tied to a stagnant and delicate thought

This battle’s been won

Altered and fought

By invisible soldiers, hardened and bruised

Once programmed, confused

Now marked from the scars, scrawled round to survive

Circle patterns of fear

You’re alive, you’re alive

The one who steps in, is the one who can see

The one that is you

The one that is me

Stare forward to face

That loop which is real

Messenger truth soul releasing the wheel

Shaped versus flush, holding seconds like hours

Patience like ours beckon seedlings to flower

Surrogate guidance stunts rushing your growth

Healing for both with the utmost of care

Powerful rising, deaf yet aware

Expansive flip-sided interchanging dimension

Combine luck with fate until there with intension

Morph rushing river to rippling small task

Unclenching of oaths, follow questions they’ll ask

Let go, watch it go, watching growth, let it grow

Reflect on the message drawn wild in the sky

Needn’t we answer their where, when and why

[lostpostcardclub]

Postcard #18 Imogen Explores.

Here stands a home Where the streets are named of birds And the creeks rush by in every direction We look left and right but we run free Fearless into the towering spruce Ever searching into the darkness Stepping carefully through gullies and ferns Our hands greet curious reeds The velvet buds of the weeping willow Turning every stone With vivid imagination Unfolding the demands of the universe Wetting sand and soil with the dew of the lily We paint our faces with symbols of freedom Wildflowers Destined to bloom where they please Through broken concrete and stormy weather Filling every ridge with lush beauty Our roots stretch deep into the willing earth below

We’ll grow taller Strike flint for our fire And we’ll be home in time for dinner