Tag Archives: #Dickinson

ODE FOR EMILY

In twilight’s tender glow, a moonlit dance doth sway,
A noble laureate’s verse, in eloquence does portray.
With masterful cadence, the words take flight,
An exquisite choreography of poetic might.

The poet’s pen, adorned with whispers of the day,
Paints a canvas of beauty in each chosen phrase.
Bathed in the silver luminescence of the moon,
Love’s tapestry unfolds, a masterpiece to swoon.

As night’s opus commences, stars heave a passionate sigh,
The poet’s verses softly whisper, as the night draws nigh.
Each line, a gentle step from celestial realms above,
Revealing tender secrets, embracing introspection’s love.

Melancholy’s grace imbues the first act’s sway,
Moonlit shadows pirouette, revealing souls at play.
The moon, a muse, ignites the heart’s true yearn,
Unveiling depths of longing, love’s eternal churn.

As the ballet of words unfolds, the moon’s allure does grow,
Its radiant light illuminates the dancers’ introspective flow.
Emotions ebb and flow with each poetic leap and twirl,
Guided by the moon, the conductor of the soul’s unfurl.

The second act arrives, a waltz of tender hearts,
A rhythmic interlude where introspection imparts.
Each fluid movement, bathed in the moon’s adoring shine,
Whispers of the night, entwining love’s cadence divine.

And now, the grand finale, love’s climax to embrace,
Moonlight’s Reverie ascends, passion’s glowing grace.
The moon assumes the role of a maestro wise,
Guiding the dancers with ardor, unveiling introspection’s prize.

In the tapestry of moonbeams, the ballet finds its rest,
Yet its echoes linger, love’s whispers manifest.
For Moonlight’s Reverie, a soul’s eternal quest,
Forever echoing, as noble laureates attest.

So let us revel in the moon’s celestial glow,
As Moonlight’s Reverie in our hearts does show,
A dance of love and longing, an introspective call,
Emily’s spirit lingers, guiding us through love’s enthrall.

:: 07.06.2023 ::


Could I Be

COULD I BE?

Could I be the electric flame
That burns within your deepest frame?
As science holds answers yet unknown,
May we have a chance to be shown?

Slowly reveal to me your frigid breath
Like winter’s flow, so cold as death,
For everyone claims both right and wrong,
As we hold on through the night so long.

We’re caught in danger, engulfed by wrath,
Yet it feels so right within our path,
As hollow as the winter’s chill,
I cannot let go, I must feel still.

No wrongs, no rights, but the way we last,
In frozen kisses, our passion cast,
Could I be more than what I seem,
To break free from this hollow dream?


Might I be that electric flame
That kindles deep within your frame?
As science holds its secrets tight,
May fate allow our paths to unite?

Reveal to me your wintry breath,
So cold it chills me to the depth,
For every voice claims right and wrong,
As through the night we hold so long.

We’re caught in danger, seized by ire,
Yet deep inside we feel desire,
As hollow as the winter’s air,
I cannot release this endless care.

No wrongs or rights, just what we last,
With frozen kisses as time has passed,
Might I become more than I seem,
And shatter this hollow, endless dream?

With love and heart, my soul ablaze,
I long to kindle passion’s blaze,
And be that electric spark,
That ignites your soul, pure and stark.

So let us dare to take the chance,
And dance with fate in love’s wild dance,
For in your deepest frame I see,
A love that burns so bright and free.

:: — ::


UNINVITED CHARITY

LIFE: is anyone worthy? i am so flattered by your fascination with me.  
i am so weak and ulgy but by water frogs like any hot blooded woman i am not too  much to crave: but  fascinations with me.  I am simply an object to crave — but you (so kind and invited).

It must be because it is expressly existed to see the skies part and my heart bleed.
You sheppard my causes but you, you are not alone but enlighted by charity.  The One I love so much.
Must be a soul with a hard shelled heart who knows desperate measures.  
But you, you are not alive but enlighted.  Slight.  White hands moving the air and
making words and uncharted emotions grievely.  YOu speak of my love for you
and have experienced death.  YOU.  Thus, you are not alive but invited for uncharted
words.  Emily Dickinson.

:: 07.15.2021 ::


A GRAVESTONE SITS UPON MY HEAD

A living soul gave me a message
today:

“You are remembered within your grave”

and i should reply:

“the biggest fire is before sunset
when families reside upon
a wooden table to fest in life”

And i should cease to breath a terrible
whistle sound by six pm
and (thank you Emily)

“No Coward Soul Is Mine!”

:: 07-12-2015 ::


ODE TO DEEP REGRET

SUCH pain!  I cannot refrain
from the deepest regret
My need to greet your words
wishing freshingly painted
upon your notes scribbled
But fate or other monster
bestowed this trick
that my heart would fall
for one who long ago
passed beyond the flesh

:: 01-27-2014 ::