Tag: narrative

∴ upon shores of intonation
sharing a love for words
courageous
never bound by the familiar
nor unwritten lines
nor pages unexplored
cast me against
the current once more ∴

∴ discovering flowers
within verses
tracing their petals
along alluring contours

my waking dream—
one blossom overtakes
eluding all measure
enchantment aloft
sweet sepals beckoning

summer day wanes
once bright-eyes blink
innocence’s vision slowly fades
nodding, surrendering to slumber

nightfall, brings me to life
among lush saxifrage and arnica
savoring the intoxication
of wildflower nectar
reveling in nature’s games

feral wolf, a flame
of spirits barely kept at bay
yet promise—
these canines of mine
can be gentle and kind

shall we play? ∴¹

Below is a poetry reading performed as part of the #FizzysSundayAudio series on xTwitter. ²

1. Nacho & Alice’s #NAlove Highlighted Poet & Poem on 8 June 2024 ↩︎
2. Special thanks to Fizzytwizler, Bartleby B. Boar Award winner, and Amazon No. 1 bestselling anthology author, for the brilliant reading! Thank you, Fizzy! Follow her on xTwitter and Instagram. 15 September 2024 ↩︎

∴ we be wolves, once in our youthful springtide |
venturing where mickle spirits feared to tread |
we, with nay pledge of coin
pursued vile beasts who wrought foul deeds |
casting their iron-venom hexes upon this ground |
our flick’ring shadows hardly e’er heeded |
Wolfmother’s warnings, crushing our fears |

what needs have we-creatures for treasure |
mayhap, shortsighted simpletons, we be
instead taking our trove
in the hæle, in the venturing, in the fantastic |
·
ere the moon arose Tiwesdæg last
as the four pillars awakened
we resolved to embark on a quest
as naught could halt us beyond the reasonable |
for even when we doubted, we pressed forth |
older and in some measure more sagacious |
(yea, jest if thou wilt, as we jest along with thee) |

nights of running ’neath the speckled forest moon |
lofty peaks piercing clouded sky
enveloped by the wild frenzy of nature’s lifeblood |
bestowed upon us by Wolfmother

we, who remain, dig pro tempore dens
ere these alabaster charms doth rest
and then begin anew on the morrow

thou hast transitioned through the ethereal brink |
into the myst’ry of thy endmost journey
we offer your echo our humble gramercy
we bid thee our lugubrious howls of farewell ∴

∴
i am the oubaitori seed
undaunted by time,
with your promises
Earth fecund and heavy
we two, the architects
of tomorrow’s blooms
∴

∴ delirium fever
in absence
worlds unraveling

desire

cold sweats and trembling lips
without your touch

i am a wild thirst untamed
by water’s simple relief
or the hum of nights alone

in this tide of you
i drown

floating on the jagged peaks of wanting
and you, pulse
coursing through my veins
a storm to fill this empty sky

and i am lost
in the maelstrom of your everything ∴