posted on November 12, 2013 at 9:44 pm
crescendo wand

crescendo wand

 

the violent rasp of the cello

the mounting terror of violins fill the sky

the cluster and buster of mighty drum

the beating throbbing host of heavenly ghosts

stabbing pain of holy lance the spear of every fear

inside the mind of a madman with crumbs

inside the facade when some strange darkness comes

on another plane strapped to the wreckage i shoot thru your night

when everyone as asleep i blaze away in light

when everybody dream i forced into the sight

when the warm bed reclaims you in blissful slumber

i alone trek into the sun

i alone when morningstar is done

i alone amongst these jagged peaks and the frames of ballets

the cast iron soul of greysky in the bluest day

when all fairyfloss drops have silently crashed at your feet

and the mightiest oak creeks in disbelief

as the wind and rain unroot themselves from outside your brain

and the whirling high branch comes clapping down again

across the seas antarctica patiently waits

as everything thaws and reopens closed up gates

not gone under we were frozen over

not gone under we were frozen over

melting now to meet you

 

10 Responses to “diminuendo”

  1. avatar
    Coffee Man | 13 November 2013 at 2:43 am #

    Hey Steve, how do I get ahold of a copy of SK & The Hoffmenn? Is it available on your site or somewhere else? Hey Thanks!

  2. avatar
    cheryl | 13 November 2013 at 3:51 am #

    Love these poems covering the vast seas of emotion. Keep em coming SK!

  3. avatar
    Chilli Jilly | 13 November 2013 at 4:19 am #

    Lovely……A Maestro….conducting his personal universe…..transporting me to heavenly realms….painting pretty pictures with words…

  4. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 13 November 2013 at 6:29 am #

    SWHORL
    The night is not averse at first
    then early the whirld stirs
    once she fought the
    tossers and terns
    no she is older
    simply relishes a bed
    darkness dreams in her head
    whether wide eyed half
    or fully hooded
    really all good
    as they would say
    learns to bathe in salt stream
    becomes clean
    in wild or calm breath of life
    she prays for his
    sanitation
    she dips her spirit
    in his icy ablution
    he infuses with sun
    before day has begun

  5. avatar
    bernadette keys | 13 November 2013 at 8:22 am #

    good one there

  6. avatar
    Anonymous | 13 November 2013 at 11:14 am #

    Darkness of before in a story told now only told of as emotion emptied looking in? Always pretty but Look again to know why change happens. Then stories come back. you’re lucky as long as movement remains so does light. It’s perspective that fixes a song

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    pamela | 13 November 2013 at 12:40 pm #

    Frickin’ frackin’ fantastic foto.
    Lucifer? Zeus? High priest? Apollo? Odin?
    Thaumaturgic triangles? Flaming beard? Magic wand or conductor’s baton?

    the end result of photo and poem, again…evocative…

    Bravo, maestro.

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    Kohl Ette | 13 November 2013 at 5:50 pm #

    Yes I know of which you speak
    and now my heart has continued to lighten
    I see again of course things are not as they seem.
    The glimpse was a mini pinnacle yet again
    tho smaller
    but I employ
    more and more understatement
    I know the moving away was
    a taking unto me from you
    and vice versa too
    there can be more meaning in an instant
    than a lifetime ‘together’
    oh well things merge and blur
    but I guess you can infer
    I spoke to oak tree and creek and
    all drifted as of old
    to the same watering hole.

  9. avatar
    hellbound heart | 15 November 2013 at 4:52 pm #

    I see a more than a glimpse of Sir Lucifer in that photo!
    love always….


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