Monday, March 17, 2014


Knowing soul found sanctuary behind the carapace,
where spirit could then spiral and mind be vapour made,
that honeysuckle sweetness like rain eternal drums,
and in the year becoming, the eggshells crack as one.

Roots of hope are searching deep as demons hover high,
and spin on teasing wings of fear as chrysalis does sigh,
and waits to birth eternally, like sea-foam soaring forth;
the witches suck life's hookah, that iridescent torch.

Angels hover, sifting truth in robes of vibrant blue,
their gowns cathedral curvature, votives offered true,
in filament of meaning, as stoic purpose looms,
soul  does now find fortune, breaking from cocoon.

Inky hell will nurture long, conceiving in dark light,
nightmares of pure tangles, the bloody stripes of fright,
like brightly painted geisha, in kimono pursing lips,
so is the bloom of passion, in Self so surely lit.

 sanctuary, soul, knowing
  spiral, vapor, carapace
  honeysuckle, rain, year
  eggshells, drums, demons
  roots, chrysalis, wings
  seafoam, hookah, witches
  angels, blue, truth
: curvature, cathedral, votives
: filament, cocoon, stoic
  fortune, inky, nurture
  nightmares, kimono, geisha
  tangles, bloom, stripes


  1. This is pretty amazing.

  2. All but two? Wow, you made that look seamless and easy - I know it is not. Great job and a great poem ,too.

    1. I missed one Debi, tangles, but had it in an earlier version and so have changed it. I also had geisha and kimono in plural when it was singular and also fine.

  3. Amazing, all the words you used. As chrysalis does sigh...I want to think on that phrase.

  4. Rhyming, on top of fitting in all those words, is akin to juggling while riding a unicycle. Backwards. I especially loved those angels, sifting truth. Impressive!

  5. Well done. I especially like "Angels hover, sifting truth in robes of vibrant blue, / their gowns cathedral curvature, votives offered true,"