darkness – Fleeting Muse

Love is All That Matters

Darkness pitch black
Soft touch of
Exploring fingers
Quivering lips
In loving quest
Flowing warmth of
Burning desire
Exuberant thunder
Of deafening silence
Flowing through
Bursting veins
In that moment
Of ecstatic rupture
A fire was lit
Still burning
Over all these years
Lighting the path
Amidst the abyss
And mountains
In the end
Love is all
That matters

Darkness as the sun shines

‘And he saw how the reeds grew dark
At the coming of night-tide,’ W.B. Yeats.

Darkness as the sun shines
Vultures are circling ready to dive
Sun hidden by their wings
Hyenas surreptitiously closing in
Beacon of hope to entire world
Crawling back to the womb
Alternate facts eviscerating truth
Enemy within us ready for the kill
Party time for the vultures and the hyenas
Smirking their lips
As darkness creeps slowly
On the land of the free
Swamp reeks
Home of the braves held
Hostage to fear and lies
Drain the swamp, yes
Start at the top

This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Ten

Sunset do not excite me anymore

Sunsets do not excite me anymore
As I sit by the sea looking over the horizon
Capturing the colorful hues most distant from my thoughts

Modern day electronic entrapments lying unused as
Creeping fingers of darkness ride the waves
Whitecaps no longer translucent
Ocean darkening does not reflect
Radiant colors of the sky subdued
The murmur of the gentle waves
Does not sing a song of rejuvenation
Melancholy reigns as darkness falls
Sunset is no longer a harbinger of night
To be followed by daybreak, as I
Hear the whisper of the hooded boatman
Ferrying the returning souls
It’s time to go home
Somewhere on the distant horizon
As the last ray of the setting sun
Slowly sinks into a bottomless pit
I see a beacon, a point of light
A flickering hope whispers
As the dark waves crash onto the shore
A tiny iridescence whispers in my ear
Somewhere it’s the beginning
It’s a new dawn
You have lost the path, but
The search is still on

This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Four

Day of Reckoning : Three Line Tales, Week 92

Sparkling lights, burning bright, lighting up the sky, hopes are high

Million strong, hoping to right the wrong, shouting we belong

Darkness underneath all encompassing, it’s still too far for the day of reckoning

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Three Line Tales-Week 92

Secrets of Mr. Hyde

I search my soul in vain
For the secrets of Mr. Hyde
Hiding deep inside
Unannounced
He makes his moves
Waiting for the darkness
Ready to fry my brain
Thoughts repulsive
Repugnant
Tie my limbs, I can
But the mind digress
Temptations
Did Satan corrupt Eve
Or God impregnated us
With duality
Forbidden fruit or necter
As night goes, daybreak
Evil will pass
Goodness reign