E.P. Robles | Poetry

Love, oh wondrous, we sink in radiant gleam,
A sun of passion’s blaze, our souls agleam.

On calm waters, where stars slumber deep,
White Ophelia floats, a lily’s grace to keep;
Slowly drifting, veils of longing sprawl,
In distant woods, mort’s echoes softly call.

For countless years, sad Ophelia’s plight,
A phantom gliding down the river’s night;
Her sweet madness sings a ballad’s sway,
To evening’s breeze, in timeless array.

The wind’s soft touch, caressing with delight,
Unfurls her veils, dancing with water’s might;
Willows shiver, weeping on her tender frame,
Rushes bow, as dreams gently proclaim.

Around her, ruffled water-lilies sigh,
A slumbering alder cradles with a sigh;
A nest awakens, wings in whispers stir,
A mysterious anthem from stars does inter.

O pale Ophelia, fair as winter’s snow,
Carried by a river’s flow, you go;
The winds from Norway’s peaks did call,
Voices of freedom in whispers small.

A breath of wind, her flowing hair it kissed,
Strange rumors in her dreaming mind persist;
Her heart attuned to nature’s soulful hum,
In tree’s lament and night’s tender thrum.

The voice of mad seas, roaring fierce and grand,
Shattered a heart too soft for such demand;
A handsome knight, a poor, lost soul’s grace,
In April’s morn, found a solemn place.

Heaven! Love! Freedom! A dream so dear,
She melted like snow before love’s sear;
Her visions vast, her words did choke,
Infinity’s fear in her eyes awoke.

The poet speaks of starlit nights,
When she seeks flowers in pale moonlight;
On water’s surface, veils enfold,
White Ophelia’s beauty, like a lily bold.

Ophelia, a timeless tale of art,
A modern voice embraces your heart;
In love’s depths, your spirit soars high,
In verses fine, your legacy shall never die.

:: 08.02.2023 ::

Within my shudder’s tender grasp, a blessing smile,

Amidst blue-blur scarred skies, society fractures like creme-egg,

Pink baby lips reveal a conspiracy between id and ego, within the yard

Where flamingos prance with righteous blue beetles, zealous laughs.

Crying zebras roam, with ears that bear walls but no eyes to see!

A surreal dance of desire, as sex met million days of dry humping camels, ooh!

04-11-2014 :: Rev: 06302020

We got these hands, you and me,
Take mine, I’ll lead you far, you’ll see.

I’ve walked this road a thousand times,
Each step, a different face defines.
With every threshold crossed and hand embraced,
Spring blooms anew, a family’s embrace.

Life and death, they dance as one,
The future grips tight, then it’s undone.
Through the years, I’ve found my truth,
Living through others, in the blood of youth.

Once, I was clear, a lucid soul,
But frail blind girls took their toll.
Yet lovelier than the moon’s soft light,
They showed me paths, both dark and bright.

A trail of moss, of mist, of dew,
Of young bodies, with life anew.
Wind, cold rain, summer’s embrace,
All make a man from that young face.

In presence lies my virtue’s gleam,
Solitude’s the price of death’s regime.
From delight to fury, I’ve known them all,
Through every being, I stand tall.

Through earth and clouds, through seasons’ change,
My youth endures, a life rearranged.
My blood, it rises over ruins past,
And in our hands, our bond holds fast.

Nothing can seduce, as we entwine,
Like a forest, returning earth to sky.
Night prepares for an endless day,
Hand in hand, we’ll find our way.

:: 07.28.2023 ::

We know, for sure, that while other lights seem to explode,
We know that babbling waters wash away all guilt, all woe,

Contemplating a flower amidst this modern age’s show,
Soon to don more color, this poem’s pace will slow,

The window bars, the breadcrumbs linger, though.
See, I’ve forgotten if they’re green or if blue.

But you know those words are created by plump hearts
loving you and anyway, what I really mean:

You are the sweetest thing I’ve ever known ~~

and I’m just a man making potions with words
within an ancient traveling show.

:: 07.28.2023 ::