Becoming Befitted....

Becoming Befitted

I live in silent desperation

 victim of great expectations

as days of monotony abound

while I chase the present around

I spend precious time on rhyming quest

expecting reality to suddenly undress

in my silent bedroom of failure

that flashes prose in naked adventure

only to become ghosts of literary toil

in moments of unwarranted joy

My journey in poetry is long

but my days short and forlorn

verses created to capture minds

become somewhat hard to find

as tomorrows light is anticipation

for the fountain of wordy reflections

It projects joy in my minds eye

as poetic embers come sweeping by

flooding the spirit of young and old

and igniting visions of gleaming gold

The Invitation..revision #1

The Invitation

When fresh sheets on naked skin

joined cold satin welcoming sin

the black swan spread her wings

as a moonlight offering

and under the spell of such charm
he melted into her arms

However, the invitation came at a price

'Twas a swans flesh cold as ice

there was no patience in pleasure sought

nor satisfaction that climax brought

and in that flicker of time elapsed

there was no passionate final gasp

Her dark spirit within ebony beauty

promised delight and levity

Her body glistened from head to toes

on satin sheets where pleasure rose

His conscience now burned with guilt

while her essence ravaged his will

He was encouraged to sample forbidden delights

and was powerless to reject her luscious invite

Finally, entwined in her fluttering wings

she made a devil out of him

Gold/Leaf/Down...

GOLD/LEAF/DOWN

When golden leaves like lanterns strung

begin to flutter in the frigid air

to mark wind currents that run

after stealing gold without fear

'Tis time to notice golden woods

and landscapes wild with crimson trees

While natures breath in neighborhoods

scatters leaves swirling around our feet

Yellows and reds blown towards hills of brown 

rising at the edge of town

colors bright now beaten down

sadly litter the cold damp ground

Nature trails are awash in colorful waves

that merciless winds chase to the sky

and transform our reality now ablaze

into a kaleidoscope of vivid light

Everywhere, skeletal branches loom

they cast shadows that brush our faces

as spikes of light momentarily bloom

and seek to nullify the advancing shade

'Tis the seasons frost on winding paths

that draws the spirit to the forest

and even though all leaves lie flat

their death colors bring us happiness