|
Details |
Midnight Aurora Poem
INSPIRED BY “SCENTED LEAVES” CONTEST SPONSPORED BY KIM RODRIGUES
Aromatic avenues with the scent of your perfume
Lingering on each leaf you grace with your presence
Those delicate feet treading the petalled pathways of his heart
Enticing a new spring in the Autumn of his life
Autumn
A cold bleak reminder of the rains that are still yet to fall
And yet, he sees the smile that your soul wears just for him
And the seeds are sown in the depths of his heart
A heart that he thought no longer beat
A heart that he no longer wanted to beat
Because a beating heart can bleed
Faster
Harder
Making him weak
He is a man
He cannot afford to be weak
He must be strong
He must prepare for torrential downpours
He must retain his shelter
His armour
He must not wear a smile for you
“He will not!” he tells himself.
Yet somehow those scented leaves make him forget himself
And it’s Spring again
And he dons a secret smile
You intoxicate his senses and he wants to indulge in you more
He needs you. Craves you.
He loves it
He hates it
He no longer knows what to feel
Trapped
His tortured pragmatic mind
Wrestling with a drunken heart
Wanting to be loved
Afraid of what will become of him
If love walks away
So, he aspires to become love
That way he gets to be the one to walk away
He will love you a little
And discard of you a lot
He will maintain control
Control of himself
Control of his fears
At least
That is what he thinks
YOU
With the look of adventure in your crystal blue eyes
And your aromatic fragrance of freedom
Wafting, as you inhabit all who inhale your inner beauty
It’s a scent that lingers
You are that scent
The smell of what could have been
He will forever wear it
Carry it in his heart
Or his mind –
Whichever wins at the end of each dreary day
Now Autumn is not just a reminder of death
Of life
It is a reminder of death
Of love
Still those aromatic avenues are filled with the scent of your perfume
Lingering on each leaf you once graced with your presence
Those indelicate feet trampling the putrid pathways of his hardened heart
Enticing a new harsher winter in the awful Autumn of his lonely life
Midnight Aurora
November 12th 2019
Copyright © Midnight Aurora | Year Posted 2019
|
Details |
Midnight Aurora Poem
Careless whispers from sordid lips
Echo through the wooded landscape of hearts.
Destructive wants and needless needs,
Carried on the remnants of rust and bone,
Discarded amongst the fallen bridges,
Where once that precious garden grew—
Abundant petals with morning dew…
Oh how those poetic colours swirled
In the abstract minds of troubled youth,
With Silver tongue of rivers deep
And how that made the willows weep.
They wept in mournful sorrow first
Then blew light-heartedly in swift gay breeze,
Swaying merrily to gardener’s tune,
Reciting songs of lovers’ moon.
Drooping soon, one by one,
Neglect: naïve or playboy rule?
No willow’s death carved into stone
Sighs forgotten—another clone.
But each one knew they weren’t alone
With all decaying days that passed.
And thoughts of how the last was strewn:
Loved too quick, deceased by noon!
Empty melodies confined to ash
No garden path to lead them up,
The fickle gardener’s longing tales:
Seeking roses, endless fails.
Bitter stumps, now burnt and bare,
Fruitless end to nature’s womb,
Apocalyptic trails of dirt
Sporadic care and endless hurt.
Acidic rain to wash away
Polluted minds and drunken hearts,
A world once loved now fades to grey
Pastel night now charcoal day.
Neverland: a silly notion
Truth keeps blooms of love in motion,
A life of fantasy fulfilled
Though one of lies is one half lived.
Midnight Aurora
Copyright © Midnight Aurora | Year Posted 2019
|
Details |
Midnight Aurora Poem
To Erase The Memory Of You
To erase the sunspots of the mind,
The memories that are you,
The dotted sunshine through the years,
Enslaved in lover’s hue.
To rid the body of all the pain
And showers flooding through,
Grey clouds that dissipated
With your songs and rainbow view.
To have lived a life having never known
The warmth and deep connect,
The nurture feigned for access,
Prior to drought and harsh neglect.
To forget the madness of the love
And desire I felt so true
Would be the agony and ecstasy
In this garden made for two
To forgive and not forget
Is now all that will ensue,
But I forgive myself for loving you
For it wasn’t hard to do.
17th October 2019
Midnight Aurora
Copyright © Midnight Aurora | Year Posted 2019
|
Details |
Midnight Aurora Poem
Tonight, the rains gush down upon my life,
Like shards of glass they cut through every vein.
Your footsteps, plodding heavily with strife,
Regretful puddles echoing your pain.
To walk away can be the hardest thing,
When there’s no love requited left to claim.
Though better than to die amidst the cling
To hope, my heart, for yours, will feel the same.
The passion swells, though muted by the grief,
And all the growing distance seems so wrong.
Then suddenly I’m cast into belief,
For you, I’d held affection all along.
If there was but one thing I’d wish to say,
My absent tongue would call to you, “Please stay!”
23rd November 2019
Midnight Aurora
Copyright © Midnight Aurora | Year Posted 2019
|
Details |
Midnight Aurora Poem
60 Seconds
Gruelling nights with haunted dreams
Explosions tearing at my seams
The worst, last night; I couldn’t sleep
My expendability made me weep.
With dawn awoke a brand new day
A deathly mare in my mind lay
And there it lay until at last
60 seconds had oddly past.
60 seconds not thinking of you
Acidic eruptions did not spew
From the pit of my stomach to expel my heart
First waking moments not torn apart.
The realization made me smile
I pondered it for a while
The first 60 seconds that you weren’t there
The first 60 seconds I did not care.
No thoughts of kisses on my lips
Or intertwining fingertips
No mocking jokes to make me giggle
Or cheeky moves to make me wiggle
60 seconds without your eyes
60 seconds without your lies
For 60 seconds my heart was mine
For 60 seconds I did just fine.
Sadness, still it lurks within
But I shan’t touch a drop of gin
Those seconds showed me I shall win
Now the healing can begin…
9th April 2019
Copyright © Midnight Aurora | Year Posted 2019
|
Details |
Midnight Aurora Poem
Silent is the Spring
Silent is the birdsong
In the early morning Spring
Lonely are the daffodils
And the sunshine that you bring
Abandoned is the heart
That you nurtured through the Fall
Winter now encased
Forever frozen in a wall.
Joyless are the nights
No requests to dream sweet
Searing are the memories
Silhouettes upon the sheet
Arid is the sunken soil
No more roses left to bloom
Withered petals blowing
In the wind of silent doom.
What was once a pleasant landscape
Decays in emotional drought
Time an ongoing enemy
Leaving nothing but increased doubt
Salted streams try wash away
The torture now so violent
Never has one lived through such
A Spring so painfully silent.
April 9th 2019
Copyright © Midnight Aurora | Year Posted 2019
|
Details |
Midnight Aurora Poem
Achingly, I watch as you frequently fall
For the idyllic notion of unconditional love
The dream, the desire, the fantasy
Drawn, inexplicably, to the potent flame
Of one who ignites the spark
You learn from her, confide in her
Losing yourself
As she reheats each chamber of your tepid heart.
You feel safe in her presence
Becoming stronger, happier,
Each time you put a smile on her face
And oh, how her eyes light up…
You do that
That’s your power
The power to bring her joy
You feel invincible
Yet you can’t help thinking
“She will leave eventually. They always do.”
Still
Your body aches to touch her
Just one inch of her delicate skin.
And as your fingers caress hers
Your heart falls
Fast
But it’s not enough.
You want your soul to dance seductively with hers
You want to live an unprecedented moment of bliss-
Savouring precious minutes as they come
She makes you want to share your thoughts
Your dreams, your memories
Making you laugh
Hard
Until those destructive demons surface
And you view it as a power that she holds over you.
So, you distance yourself.
You can’t give her that control
You’re conflicted
Tormented
Back and forth
Negative interpretations
Fighting with the peace and tranquillity
She brings to your day.
Your life with her now a constant battle
Between the heart and the mind.
And in all the inner turmoil
You lose sight
Of the moment you so desperately want to live in
That moment of love,
That feeling of love.
And in your damaging distance
Propelling pain
Setting fire to the flag of love she waves for you
You unknowingly annihilate her world
Over and over again
A vicious cycle of relentless conflict
No ceasefire in sight
And when you’ve finally pushed her enough
She retreats, back to the trenches,
Vowing to never let you hurt her again.
And finally, it sinks in…
She’s gone.
As good as dead!
Now a black hole exists
Where once a rainbow coloured your sky
And you tell yourself how right you were
To expel her from your heart
You knew she would walk away
You were right
She obviously wasn’t the one for you
Because if she was
She'd have put up with anything-
Accepted who you really are
Unconditionally
Now stranded in the sands of solitude,
You muster the strength to yearn again
For one who will answer your call
The woman of your dreams
So, you meet someone
Again
Who makes you laugh
Reawakens desires
And you wonder…
“Could she be the one?”
And Oh...
How you love to make her smile
Copyright © Midnight Aurora | Year Posted 2019
|
Details |
Midnight Aurora Poem
Sunrise
In the presence of glory, dormant hearts and ignorant minds awake in unison.
Innately commanding the world’s stage, demanding an audience of new horizons your silent symphony elegantly echoes the dawn of eternity.
9th January 2020
Threesome contest – sponsored by Silent One
Copyright © Midnight Aurora | Year Posted 2020
|
Details |
Midnight Aurora Poem
Inspired by the poem "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Goodnight" by Dylan Thomas and the following quote by William Shakespeare:
“When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.”
-
Romeo and Juliet
The Call Of The Fray
Beware the insidious light of day,
As slumber plummets from a darkened height.
Cast with great might the morn’s sunrise away.
Only in dreams are you safe from the fray,
Turn to these arms of caress and delight.
Beware the insidious light of day.
One gentle kiss upon lips will delay
Incessant pleas of dawn’s meddling invite.
Cast with great might the morn’s sunrise away.
Entwined, we dance in love’s infinite sway
On intimate sheets of a tender night.
Beware the insidious light of day.
Silhouettes merging in twilight’s array,
Enslaved again by your magical sight.
Cast with great might the morn’s sunrise away.
Keep still, beloved, if I am to stay,
Or this bouquet will fade with mournful plight.
Beware the insidious light of day,
Cast with great might the morn’s sunrise away.
15th November 2019
Midnight Aurora
Copyright © Midnight Aurora | Year Posted 2019
|
Details |
Midnight Aurora Poem
Midnight memories of moonlit bay
When in his arms young passion lay
Beneath the twilight prior to dawn
He the prince and she the swan
With an exchange of funny quips
He craved sweet nectar of her lips
Citrus notes from her perfume
Intoxicating thoughts consume
Ignited passion in their eyes
Fuelled by fun and restful sighs
Just one touch upon her skin
Awoke the lust and carnal sin
Now love cascades down delicate flesh
Like cellist and cello bodies mesh
Entangled dreams and shared desires
Merging in those raging fires
Exploding waves upon the rocks
It’s open now, Pandora’s box
Friendship gone - it’s something else
What happens when the passion melts?!
October 27th 2019
Midnight Aurora
Thank you to Curtis Moorman whose early morning quips inspired me to write this :)
Copyright © Midnight Aurora | Year Posted 2019
|
|