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Magenta Lace

 

 
Magenta Lace

furtive strumpet nonpareil
fumbles from the motor-coach
cup of bacchus fondled lush
held close to velvet bodice
supple breast, soft loin and limbs
costumed for seduction
magenta lace and turquoise silk
kindles lust’s combustion
sweet undulation in a mirror mist
of moonlight on the midnight fog
beckons through the dewy fern
enticing — come enjoy
• • •
rob kistner © 2010
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…this piece inspired by a wordle [...]

Unyeilding

 

 
Unyeilding

my muse is hard to capture
though I do try each day
just goes so fast
I turn around
it’s past me in a blur
leaving little inspiration
each day becomes each night
here I sit in the wee hours
while the sane sleep
steeped in contradiction
thoughts vague
filled with doubt
words tossed about the unyielding page
I start then stop
I write then not
caught mercilessly unclear
in [...]

Racing

 

 
Racing

right
keep right came the response
redirecting the runner
in reaction to his rapid-fire request regarding the route
racing recklessly in redoubled resolve
certain this resurgence would redeem his rough start
he ran rampant
refusing to relinquish his radical pace
no longer rambling
he raged like a rogue renegade
determination renewed
hope refueled
spirit refreshed
his belief was rekindled that a resounding victory would result
if he would just [...]

Ferryman

Ferryman
 
The Wondrous Dream…

sailing on a skiff of dreams
the ferryman standing watch
you soar untethered
‘mong the clouds of wonder
to magical mystical ports of call
where all imagined is in your grasp
if only you could stay the course…
but fast - daybreak approaches
• • •
 
The Final Dream…

caught in the final dream
called forth by the ferryman
spirit stirs to the distant [...]

Charles

 

 
Charles

this night charles is a traveler
adrift in the mists of time
in a rough-hewn dory of his mortality
curiosity is his poleman
overcome by insecurity
charles has abandoned his reality
to sail beyond the mystery
drawn to the light of clarity
• • •
rob kistner © 2010
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…this piece inspired by readwritepoem…
…and by sunday scribblings…
photo collage entitled: “charon” | by: h.koppdelaney

The Failure of Architecture


Naked

…this is a love poem, that is also a yearning for honesty, in the face of our fundamental human tendency toward insecurity and fear…
 

photorendering entitled: “Liberated”
 
Naked


I want to see you
see you naked
naked — backlit by the sun
naked — in a mountain meadow
naked — running in the rain
naked — in a flower garden
naked — lying in [...]

Spellbound

NaPoMo poem #20
This is the twentieth of the poems I will write this April, in honor of National Poetry Month, as proclaimed by the Academy of American Poets.
• NOTE: these poems will all essentially be early drafts, so edits may occur after their initial posting.
 
This poem was inspired by the image below entitled “The Bride [...]

Love & War (two poems)

 
Love & War

 
The Nightmare

my eyes
crisp from the day’s cruel sun
burnt by devastation’s fires
scorched by images of relentless horror
take refuge
in this late-evening fog
settling heavy as a shroud
clinging
opaque
mercifully obscuring
I am sustained
by this damp pall
that descends cool upon me
wraps ‘round my pained countenance
fevered with fatigue
twisted with despair
drawn
by a faded memory of honor
a faint echo of duty
a frayed thread [...]

The Shine

 

 
The Shine

I sit
watch the flow of people
the shuffle of feet
with their different sounds
according to their shoes
I see wan faces
of unsmiling lips
their void curves denounce this night
yet unseen
is the gossamer curtain’s fall
that defines their soul’s duality
the divergent reality
through which truth stumbles blind
to move in the world
rough as a rope
taut as every promise made
frayed as wisdom
leaned in
whispered [...]

Frozen Man

 

 
Frozen Man

stopping is no option
to lose the way is to keep going
keep moving forward
lest one atrophies
rigid with despair
paralyzed with doubt
locked in hopelessness
the giving up
is the giving in
to the rot that sets with the loss of wonder
when grip lets go of dreams
loss of faith debilitates the soul
cripples the manifest light
that shines at the leap into sacred [...]

The Strike

The Strike

warm
familiar
comfortable in my palm
my fingers wrap natural cork
index raised
gauging line tension
precision brings the willow’d shaft
high above my shoulder
flexing expectantly
a flick of my wrist
and the rod arcs forward
increasing the pressure
on my fingertip
as it bends ahead
urgently
seeking release
then
a careful pluck
like a string
on a guitar
it is launched
the ultralight lure
golden at line’s end
sails silent
into the squinting summer sun
with [...]