Down
under oceans
beneath depths, murky
primeval beasts awaken,
Rise
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Tag Archives: kintsugi poets
Nightmare in Red
Nocturnal encounter impending
Involuntary, shadow rendezvous
Garnet eyes peer from your dreams
Haunting your thoughts and soul
Titian tinted visions in ambience
Maroon shades stir from dark places
And your crimson heart thrashes
Repulsion chills your ruby blood
Eternally, perpetually, unbound
Instinctively, your eyes flutter
Never aware, no longer alone
Remnants of a bloodstained echo
Entangled in shreds of soft red vapour
Draped across your scarlet screams
© All Rights Reserved A. F. Stewart
Dimensional Thoughts
Daylight into dark
Daylight waning
Waning sky
Waning moon
Moon luminosity
Moon insanity
Insanity is relative
Insanity is reality
Reality is seeing
Reality is not convenient
Convenient lies
Convenient shadows
Shadows hide
Shadows swallow
Swallow truth
Swallow worlds
Worlds lurking
Worlds buried
Buried deep
Buried bleak
Bleak fortitude
Bleak hope
Hope fallen
Hope lost
Lost external
Lost returning
Returning restitution
Returning revolution
Revolution circle
Revolution cracks
Cracks the whip
Cracks the veil
Veil shreds
Veil reveals
Reveals nothing
Reveals secrets
Secrets strange
Secrets whisper
Whisper in your ear
Whisper babble
Babble onward
Babble screams
Screams a cacophony
Screams are dying
Dying humanity
Dying universe
Universe just beyond
Universe unfolds another
Another
Beyond
© All Rights Reserved A. F. Stewart
The Keeper of the Walls
The Storm is moving closer
The peace, the security;
Anger strikes out knowing no reason.
The weakness to be strong
the elusive quality of tears;
a sorrow lifted.
The knowledge of the alluding strength
– my salvation –
The holy water of your tears
turns me to bitter wine.
– Goodbye –
The walls cannot crumble
The heart does not break apart, evenly
The intensity of feeling, the passionate emotion;
Nearness, togetherness…
Distance, innocence…
– Au Revoir –
To know my soul, my heart
open the windows, my windows…
Look behind the curtain
to my soul, through my eyes
– Welcome –
The Keeper of the Walls
© All Rights Reserved Kim Koning.
Letting Go…
Pain
Receding and returning
Burning, constantly churning
Alone
alone
The feelings
indescribable
ever elusive
Emotionally abhorrent
mentally abusive
An act, a mask
a tear behind a smile
The wall shutting out
the pain
the fear
Unapproachable
My heart at odds
no hearts breaking even
Twisting and turning
my strength keeps me burning
yearning…
The once insuring strength
always an alluding weakness;
The Keeper of the Walls
the key, the entry, was…
But one has touched the brick,
the wall; a barricaded entry
An allusion of uncertainty
veiled by the cool
collected calm
– Two –
© All Rights Reserved Kim Koning.
Emotions at Tide
Undisturbed turbulence veiled by a calm tranquility,
Unleashed by the Earth’s might
Let its Spirit enfold;
Strange yet magnificent in its complexity
Known to change the essence of the mould.
The placidity, complex in the very simplicity
Known to affect the heart of the matter;
The slow ebb and flow of this inner city
One heightened wave meant to shatter.
The crest at the height
One with both the sun of the day
And the ghostly night shadowed in opaque moonlight;
Ebb and flow, ebb and flow nearing the bay.
Tumult of the heart, contradiction in the mind
Causing torment and pain with an ever-present falter;
Reason and logical thought bound as if by a halter:
Innocence borne out of knowledge
Ceased is the ability to solve,
A problem without the logic of college
All that is needed is involved;
One solution is true:
The answer of Love is the glue
meant to shatter,
in truth to matter…
© All Rights Reserved Kim Koning.
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~ Life is a poem ~
Inspired on the breath of Divine Creation
It shows your cracks
Through the cracks
A sliver of hope saturates your soul
~ In ugliness and in beauty ~
To breathe is both a burden and a gift
~ Living is naked honesty ~
In a film of vulnerability
A core of raw strength
~ Breathing is the whisper of the wind ~
As a miracle passes through a mirror of time
~ A life is but a seed unsown ~
Scattered on the winds of chance
Published online in Undead Poets Society, April 10, 2011 as last_lines
© All Rights Reserved Kim Koning
The Divine Orchestra
Steam rises from the barren ground
Liquid sand boils in an earthen cauldron
Molten fire swims in a deep river
The air above the toiling caldron stills
Not a bird calls nor do creatures stir,
The waxen earth beats to an ancient drummer’s heartbeat
Nature’s choir hums a song of still serenity
The winds breathe and tremble a Beethoven sonata,
Air that stirs with a thundering Bassoon
Clouds gather and clash with clanging cymbals
Curtains drape the air in folds of darkness
The stage is luminous in a ballet of ethereal light
Ushered in a staccato of falling liquid notes
© All Rights Reserved Kim Koning
Black Hole Heart
His is a black hole heart and my smile breaks on his event horizon.
Not one for outpourings of affection, he is closed and staunch
stiff and difficult to embrace. Laughter, I think,
is alien and mirth would be turned away at his threshold.
When first we met I assumed his gravitational constant must be greater
than any other man’s to anchor his feet so firmly, to weigh his steps and his words so.
Truly, a singularity.
I, a creature of light and air, a wisp, saw these things as a terrible darkness
and yet, I was not impervious to that gravity.
His eyes, drowning deep, drew me in
pulled me apart
reduced me to the basics of my essence
The existence of a black hole is proven by that which is not seen.
cruelty greed infidelity ridicule
None of these treacherous traits have I ever observed–
proof, therefore, of his noble heart
the galactic center around which my every world dances
Fateful Darkness
Fateful Darkness
Out of blackness in the dark
Two bright torches shine
Your yellow eyes
A splendid work of art
As much as I’d like to
Stroke your fluffy coat
I can’t let you in
You black fiend
You’d tear to pieces
My little bird
My only pet
My only friend
So sorry, but now
You do understand
I must bid you
Good night!
Go do your bloody business
Stalking little critters
In the fateful darkness
To your heart’s delight!
© irina dimitric 2013
