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The Calming Storm

From my slumber
I awake—to Nature's great melee!
Raging Hydra's electric tendrils
Kissing Sky to Sea.
My chamber shakes; the window sash
Shoots open. Shutters bang and mirrors crash.
The wind flies in and skirts around,
Makes a cyclone of my hair and gown.
Its salty splashes christens me:
Out-mad thy madness with the sea.
How I wish I could this bedlam train:
Make mincemeat of my soul and brain.
To teach it how to come again
And calm my storms as Nature can.

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ODE TO MELANCHOLY

Saturnal turnings to woeful wooings,
Unrequited in a heart that aches,
Infernal dreams of despair imbuing,
Hopelessly tethered to past mistakes.

Romantic passions the depth of Venus,
Bacchantic thrashings; they both espouse
Byronic madness—a proof of genius!
Flawlessly shuttered in one dark house.

Melancholy, to thee I sing,
For all the gifts your heartaches bring.

 

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WITHIN A DREAM

Within a dream the voice is real
A shrill, struggling song.
A door in the floor, I open it
Unafraid and follow the sound.
A secret tunnel spirals underground;
A black lake turns me round.
I touch it, and fly towards the peal,
And a cavern of sky upside down.


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THE DEAD

From the mist, black wagons
Crest the hill. Advance
Their cargos full of love,
But not all;
Some walk alone.

At the cemetery
A soft rain falls
And we are glad
For the warmth in the hand, later
Food, the drink, the band,
And sleeping in back of cabs.

We look good in black.
We’re happy, then we’re sad.
And finger grandma’s pearls
They’re real, I’m told,
And shiver in the cold.

At night warm
In my bed, but
You in the mound.
The wind rages,
It’s cold there,
The ice coats the ground.

The Dead close their eyes
I am dead.
No, just asleep,
A warm embrace,
And love.
For now, at peace.



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BLUE CHRISTMAS

Mall’s Mélange of Yule yodeling tunes,
Thick with fossilized marzipan.
Deflated Santa, dead balloons,
Fruitcake in the mousetrap, and
Howls, horrid howls of homeless Ghosts
Clanking their chains up the alley ways, and
To my front door, banked with snow.

That withered, wretched Elf
(Shivering in the cold)
Gives me a wink-
A look I dread.
Cork sealed with red wax pops!
Libations pour.
This bitter drink
Might take me back.

I’m on my sled
Whooshing down a hill of blue ice,
Black trees fly past
My fresh, red face—Fast! Fast! Fast!
Blue moonlight shows my way.
A farmhouse in the woods (cliché but true)
Its Yellow windows--topaz carved in blue
Forever in my 
Memory stays.

 

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REMEMBERING THE DEAD

Remembering the Dead,
Clouds reflecting stones.
Mirrored memory wonderland
Spinning withered moments when
Up and up fly off and out,
Rainbow tents bend into sky,
And smile with a weakened, weathered jaw.
A red balloon says goodbye.

Ice cubes cracking
On the brain's
Neglected kindling
Spark and dread.
Sweetheart full of memory's ink.
Stars, squeaking stars,
Forever overhead.
I'm forever lost in stars,
And clouds. Happy colored stripes that
Move and whip, and change the light.

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